feathers fall into the grass
bird flys over naked trees
early spring blossoms
little girls push the fathers into black hair
some tape them onto construction paper
works of art
smiling red lips
words formed from breath stained with chardonnay
tattoos of birds in mid air with worms hanging from the beak
pulsate on shining wrist
a herring bone necklace and a gap toothed smile
a bunch of fast women together
talking of men and nature
giving libations to the house plants
holding two and four year olds by the hand
and ripping bread with another
smoke rises onto grainy clouds
not all of them eat meat
yet they all eat.
red and yellow smeared napkins
everything is recyclable
just like the dresses, kindnesses, laughters.
all are welcome
this is everyone's backyard today
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