From my bedroom window
peeking out onto the garden
I see grandfather Ott
in his purple wizards hat
Porter weeds wave
their magical coral bells
wishing me good morning
Mr. Blue Jay and his buddies
perched on
jade oak branches
spilling over the fence
from our neighbors backyard
strikes up the band
I blow a kiss to my garden friends
stretch and yawn
time to greet the new day
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