At Ground Level (or From the Basement Window)

At ground level
Relish the view.
The concrete tiles spread horizontal
From the eye—a dusty red mosaic.
The giant prickly burrs,
Fallen from the trees under the weight of the spring rain,
Are boulders
Growing smaller in the distance near the curb.
Bright green inflorescence lay as soggy fallen trees.
A passerby stretches awkwardly upward
From the flat soles of his shoes
Inattentive to these beetle-sized delights.