So startled by red towers
like exclamation marks
cresting the hill that I blurted
"What the heck are those?"
Closer, I answered myself,
"Just stacked plastic crates."
But so much more than just:
exclaiming sky, clouds, bushes,
dry grass, bluebirds,
so many bluebirds
wheeling in
perching, staring
zipping to ground
then back up --
blurred dashes
ellipses
virgules
before twilight.
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