May Day

May day and the
Blossom heavy
On the trees, and I
Sitting at my ease
Taking the air into
My lungs, breathing,
Breathing fragrances.

I made it, I
Walked to the box
Climbed the steps
And found my patch
Of grass and trees
And a hot May sun.

A good endeavour done.
And this really is
Day One.
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