The water taught the leaves to swim this morning,
giggling “come along”; they tumbled on to neverending.
The thrasher blew its imitation kisses from the fencepost
while the cat stretched out her paws to catch them
crosshatched in the sun.
The living green shone riotous, daring me to count its
shades,
then twisting with a wink to show the myriad it hid.
I stepped outside to write some verse on scarcity,
but the trees laughed, donning their infinite robes.
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