Our very careful campus
leaves little to chance:

Manicured lawns, trees in rows,
leaf-blowers every Tuesday,
matching furniture,
shared rubrics, comments aligned,
style guides for PPT decks,
branded everything.

And Mother Nature abides. 

Within that one sconce,
twigs halo (but don't block) light.
 
Robins performing
the original 
land acknowledgement.

Welcome to the world,
red-breasted babies. 

_{Written in community with VerseLove, a community that writes a poem every day of April. The prompt for today: “Find the poem that’s hiding in plain sight.”}