They stand at attention, facing the east early in the day, leaving morning behind as the southern sun soars high, yellow masks pursuing closely, the platoon following their orders with natural precision and guidance. Midday falls away and the solar flight continues westward, while synchronized faces track the sun's path 'til dusk, when shadows dim their purpose . By daylight's sullen end, the sun no longer warrants blossoms' attention and blooms rest.
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AuthorJack has published over 350 poems in his career, many with his own photography. He specializes in a view of the commonplace and Americana. Archives
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