There they are again,
at the top of the sunflower,
feeding on its seed,
above their drab sparrow cousins,
and the bumblebees,
a pair of goldfinch,
small, flickering,
a dash of color,
she tawny but tinged with gold,
he a flash of light.
Eternal life
is simply flitting
day by day
from one blossom to another
catching glimpses of color.
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