branches drooping on path
grass doing almost same
i have raise my hand to push
so not to scratch my face
pollen fall like dust from roof
i sneeze, my eyes in flame
run to a creek to wash
a muskrat came to bath
we look at each other
she slowly walk away
she look back once more
so beautiful, love nature
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