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Nothing is still.

A bluebird, blue,

careens down from a redbud tree

stops short

picks quick

then returns to flaunt its flailing catch

after the victory spree.

No breezes move, but leaves

unfurl so swiftly

and suddenly, green.

It is a wonder how these colors

creep with invisible speed

while we are asleep.

A child makes a nest

of narcissus

for a wild turkey

spotted strolling by.

A home of golden daffodils.

I watch

beyond the windowsills

as the stillness

leaps inside.

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