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they’re here now  
the Guardians
sitting on a rock
in the sun kissing
my skin brown  
I glow happiness

birds start the singing
butterflies start to dance 
leaves sway
the ancient spirit hums
flies sit still
autumn appears cooling the sun 
the flock will arrive soon 
I hear them on the perimeter
I close my eyes 
wasps lick my dna

young cane grass
flowers rub my cheek
I turn to glimpse
Cat cloud laughing
behind the tree
changing to Rabbit cloud.