for her dusty spring temper tantrums
when it finally rains and rains and rains.
Glittering jewels of new green leaves
in the brisk morning, biking to town air.
Fuzzy gold ducklings waddling by the lake,
watchful, long necked parents all elegance.
The back of Animas mountain grows greener every day
as the clouds gather and disperse
releasing water my neighbor catches
and brings to my house in a glass jar.
It tastes like cold.
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