Sitting quietly
Engine idling
(Waiting for a stop sign to turn green)
Spring comes
And the Tree of Heaven grows by itself
(Words in brackets are frivolous asides, not syllables)
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Although the title caught my botanical eye, I really love the line about waiting for the stop sign. I dozily read past it and caught it the second time around - to a sudden surprised realization/recognition at what it actually said - in a way, a parallel to the original, common 'duh' moment itself. - chuck