woozy from the bonfire’s heat
too tired to move, I slump on a rock
across the dry stream & pick
packaging — plastic bags & cups & straws
sodden cotton — from forest duff
what careless & carefree children
picnicked here? more than once
I’ve culled leaves for their leavings
reds, yellows, blues, & whites, scraps
surviving dirt & time, forever lost
the giggles, make-believe, & songs
I celebrate all the same colors
encourage every species to spread
embroideries of wildflower zest
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