Twenty-first Saturday, from Rancho Obsesso

Bluejay sharpens beak

In storm-damaged catalpa

Near purple blossoms.

Wet red wheelbarrow,

Upended against white shed,

Waits for rain to stop.

Iris, bleeding heart,

Pink azaleas. Untended,

This garden still blooms.

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