Words mean what they mean.
Do I really mean that?
Every container nestles that which rests in.
Green cradles these delicated white blooms.
The computer case is a nap-time home for haiku.
Aren't weeds amazing. Aren't cats alluring.
Soil & time. And, yes, paper. And pen.
Now, what's for dinner?
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time rustling