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The city mover beat me
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to the chicory
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this evening
maybe if I had passed by earlier
I could have caught a glimpse of them
but they will rise
Phoenix like
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from the close cropped pile
of grass and weed
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and present their brash
and uneven beauty once again
before the need for carpet
and trimming loops of magic
made by subterranean rug weavers
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is once again mandated
and duly executed
by the city crew
in the burnt orange cabs
of their ride along mowers
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browning the backs of their hands
and letting the heat weather beat
their faces
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to match the cabs
and fulfill
some unspoken contract
between landscaping and maintenance
and the gods of Chance
Fortune
as ever
favouring the bold
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there will be other routs of the mover
before the Summer is done
and more rain
hopefully
if I can contain
the fear of thunderheads building
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and more returns
of visible biodiversity
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Nature never surrenders
unconditionally
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but
like a lover
choosing her battles
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and patiently waiting her chance
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like a cat
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negotiating quietly
but effectively
after the fact
and making you feel
it was your idea
to fill her feed dish
and let her thrive

all I have to do
is to keep my eyes open
and track
the flight of the cardinal
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from beech tree
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to cedar
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from a million hidden perches
to hydro wire
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and back again.

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