Warbled jumping solo birds,
The sleepy and the dawn,
Budding spray of allergens,
The waking cry of the folded-out season
Now dissembled in sunlit routine,
Blue-sky beacon of the lovelorn day,
April blitzkrieg and the lawnmower's blast
Through open window sounding the call,
Mechanized ritual of flying green.
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