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Stoic and focused on food at its feet, the stork embodies patience

A voice in the din; this is where we can begin to hold back the tide

for Algot

As much as five miles - a honeybee will forage far from the home hive

Merely a sliver of light against the night sky, reflecting the Sun

An amaryllis sleeps 'til spring, then lifts its head; a daffodil dance

Where to put the words without fitting them in slots, so the verse might breathe?

A grain standing strong against wind and drought, inside the Fertile Crescent

A pond, transient to Spring, sings itself to life: tadpoles to peepers

A child among ferns, a forest stretched forever in a map of green

On Mulberry Street, I remember the silk worms devouring leaves