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4.25.14 (Three Cinquains)

firewheels
bees navigate
fields of wildflowers
I stop and watch
idle

firewheels
windblown, yellow
dancing, twisting, shimmering
lunchtime passes too fast
enough

stoptime
fields in red bloom
killdeer race through the grass
and bees hover silently, slow
firewheels

This is an attempt to write cinquains in the three formats found here, but using the same or similar topics and words (firewheels, stop, enough) that I also used in today’s NaPoWriMo / PAD tritina poem “It Is Enough.”

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