running uphill
from the lake
must mean
something, marking
plants, maybe,
each color
another kind.

Who cares?
What joy
they bring!
An outdoor
Mondrian boogie,
all waving
and flapping
and slapping
me happy.
"People who daily expect to encounter fabulous realities run smack into them again and again. They keep their minds open for their eyes." (Ken Macrorie)
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Bottom center, in the water grasses, a mated pair flies. |
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The mating wheel (on my right shoe). |
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Three's not a crowd all the time. |
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Marsh Fly |