The wind changed
and helicopters full of seeds
changed course
little green flits
got mushed
dead and dying trees leaned
into the wind for support
the grass grew toward the top of the plants
and trees
and the wind changed
and gently ruffled the price tags
on every little thing
hyacinths smelled
and smelled goodness
and badness
a bunting blue
its little horn
the finches moved out of the way of the wind
a cardinal flew back and forth in anger and hunger
whats wrong with the church these days
he said with his head shaking back and forth
and the wind changed
a preformed plastic picnic bench sat unmoved
as the weeds and woods engulfed it
plastic colors never change
little picnic tables will never sprout from its detritus
a yellow shafted flicka plotzed all over it
and the wind changed
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