The breeze strokes the leaves of the trees
that my son calls weeds but I call wonderful. They will spend the day thinking about turning brown and drifting to the ground. Soon it will be fall, but not today. Today, the birds wait on power lines heads tilting to catch the sun. They send an occasional song through the air, which lifts and joins hands with others, singing itself across my wagon-wheel potting shed. The lavender digs her toes a little deeper into the dirt. Prickly pears widen their shoulders and stand up straighter, fuchsia cups on the tips of their tongues. On the west side of the city, someone’s motorcycle is growling its way forward too fast and I worry about safety - his, hers, mine, ours, everyone’s. Wind chimes whisper my name and I answer silently, so as not to break the spell.
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