Many faces of a fiddlehead

Faces uncoil and spring into fans of ferns

Crash, the sound of glass – what was that? Just the garbage and recycling truck making its rounds
down the street under a tree many faces appear, unwinding themselves from a long winters sleep, they look around and take in the spring air and slowly fan themselves out,  no one notices, not a sound, just a bird who scratches the ground.

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