counting all joy

Casting shadows on the winter sky 
as you stood there counting crows 
one for sorrow, two for joy...
–Counting Crows 

Everything counts in large amounts. 
– Depeche Mode 

::

ponder petals, see 
how they wave in praise. 

calculate cloud dragons
in their drunken-sky haze. 

keep a sharp eye on the 
grass, its embattled blades. 

beckon more than one 
honeybee. tally tiny stones. 

reckon rain.

::
In April, we poem.

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