Right Smack In The Middle - Poem by Sonny Rainshine
It was kind of funny at first.
Barely March and a bird
sat in the middle of a pot of begonias
I had set out on a warm day.
Right in the middle.
He, like me
could not wait for
the Edenic promise of summer.
He wanted his paradise now and
he would have it.
is sitting in a pot of flowers.
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