The popup sun, plump
As a cherry pincushion, laves
A rosy gouache over wintry
Webs of antlered trees
Onto fuchsia cactus flowers
And glossy red rimmed jade.
Around the northwest shoulder
Of Pitcher Mountain, the Canada
Express, a spring cleaning
Housewife, shakes treetop
Dust mops and scrubs Crystal
Patches off the blueblack pond.
Careering down stairs, the sixfoot
Wolfbred shepherd hairpins
Spraying up doves and juncos.
A cheetah hurdling furled
Swamp cabbages, he pants
Back to pen and biscuits.
In golden windows aloe
Glows. Hollyhock stairtreads
Gleam coral. Dust
Moats spark. Dawn
Explodes into morning glory.
Coffee calls me to the kitchen.
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