numbers beam,

the bird keeps chirping
while sunset continues coloring pink
and I further swing my arms
energized for pointing
or rushing home to tell
and when I stare with a song
I notice change of frequency and hue for story to go higher

push ups on boulder saw birds
together then snap
coincidentally mine flowing then fell apart
for new not no set of convergence

drying purple thistle on ditchside
is strikingly different
for me to fly to field of chamomile before/after, aside from handful I get
and add use as is in colander nest
husband joining me with raisins there

bird not found
didn't diminish exciting walk
looking from bunny tail among rocks
and flower with green bug