When you snap a dry twig
You'll find a star inside.
White within beige in brown bark.
No, really. Have you ever looked?
Helicopter seeds have waxed, peel-able layers.
Dandelions have bumps, fossa, tails.
Pick them. Find the white sap oozing out.
Did you ever roll a bug?
Did you ever see another's fluorescent glow?
Remove an acorn hat this fall.
Remember that creamy, perfect nugget
And roll it over in your fingers.
Pretend you're a squirrel.
Examine butterfly dust under the microscope
Of your seasonal soul.
Fold a thick line of crab grass between two thumbs.
Listen to your music, composer.
Where do ants get their perfectly identical pebbles?
Stacked so professionally into tiny, homey domes.
Have you ever looked?