Wet Grass, Weeds
A lone raven
circling the neighbor’s oak,
an oddity in this neighborhood,
lending mystery to the afternoon,
a gateway through dandelion
fluff and the blue seeping through clouds.
A car rumbles by,
stereo hammering the air,
warnings everywhere for the wary.
O at the Edges 
What happens next? You’ve set the scene for something, but what? 😊 I really enjoyed thus, Bob.
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The grass dries. The narrator mows. The end. 🙂
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But what happens in between while he watches the grass grow? 😂
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He ponders the imponderable. Sips coffee, contemplates the spherical nature of raindrops. Naps.
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I want the narrator’s life 🙂
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His life isn’t always a bed of roses. Sometimes the coffee is weak. 🙂
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Yes, I agree — this sounds like the setting of a dream or a short story…! 😉
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Just a little fragment I’d forgotten…
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I love that rear view mirror photo.
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I wish I’d taken it – found it on morguefile.com.
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With a loving bouquet of dandelions…
chris
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Which could form the basis for an excellent salad!
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Oh lol, this thread of comments is almost as good as the poem !
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Glad you like it, Raili. More on the way, I hope.
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Very scene-setting indeed!
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Thanks, Meg. Sometimes the scene says it all.
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Although, I am imagining the similar scene in my front lawn.. die, dandelions, die! And then a nice saison on the deck! 🙂
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’tis the season for saison!
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Delightful poem! Raven being not only rare in these parts (AustinTX) but also my totem bird, I always rejoice when one appears (only once to date in my yard) – a “warning” of shifting energies – not necessarily a BAD thing, as it could be stirring up a delightful poem …
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Thanks, Jazz. I last saw a raven here about a year ago, an auspicious event. My totem bird would likely be the black chin hummingbird.
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Suspenseful,ominous or something spectacular is about to happen – the scene is set for various routes this could take. I like your casual still of dropping these word gems:-)
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I prefer the open-ended. 🙂
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Oops! I meant style 🙂
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One could imagine a poetry still in the back yard, with poems dripping out…
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With some French Oak barrels for aging. I like this idea.
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Lovely–all of it–but especially your description of car stereos “hammering the air”–definitely accurate!
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Ah, loud car stereos. One of my pet peeves.
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The hideous bass beat nearly lifts me off the dang sidewalk!
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I really enjoyed reading this and I love the pictures too. Brightened an early morning.
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Always happy to help brighten a morning! And thank you. The photos are from morguefile.com.
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There is a balance here between possible menacing and sweet- as each bit of dandelion fluff has a wish inside
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A little glimpse of the ordinary (as presented by David Lynch…).
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This certainly could be about my yard. 🙂
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And mine!
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love the atmosphere 🙂
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Thanks, Claire!
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Haha all the comments! This is awesome!
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Glad you liked them. Jump in anytime.
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Very evocative and mysterious indeed.Thanks for stopping by my blog and bringing me to yours.:-)
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So pleased you found it so. And thanks for dropping in.
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Your sculpture of words is well chiseled imagery. Anand Bose from Kerala
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Thank you, Anand!
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