Our Front Yards

Fuzzy white-grey orbs
Poised atop spindly rubber antennae
Towering over washes of green
Dabbed with sunshine
Such like the star-glittered night sky
And no less prolific
Only fleeting with the wind
And time.

by Jennifer Stewart

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