The giant hibiscus,
its two blossoms
crimson and dramatic,
is hidden somewhere
behind the burgeoning wisteria.
The tiny white blooms
on the clematis
climbing our patio wall
- there must be thousands -
whisper in the breezes.
Two among many -
this is their week,
this is their season
They clarify
one's vision.
Listen, listen!
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