Early Summer Morning, Botanical Gardens

The warmth the roots the heat. Musty flowers like gym socks.
The blower. Buzzing bug by my ear. The songbirds.

The pine cone reminds me of Juneau.
We had much pine there. We ate needles like mints.

The water the algae the bright totems.
The spiderweb dusty like unwashed laundry.

Dampness feels different underfoot than on branches.
Warmth feels different back of hand than back of neck.

A painting of layered textured oak leaves. 
And the water -- fountains, streams, and that calling laughing bird.

Idaho Botanical Gardens