Mary

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BEGINNINGS

High, tickly grasses
bleed over the field in a swathe
of sunshiny mint.
Thin streams, rimmed by fuzzy cattails,
lie still and reflect blue
when none can be found
in the pale, azure-clouded sky.
Tall and shadowy trees
billow above
the speckled, budding smaller shrubs.
Heat and breezes mingle.
Trailing green languages brush
the ribs of a startled
black bird who flings himself
o'er the reeds.
Summer buzzes-- and soars.