Category: nature
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Lament #17
I read cicadas will be plentiful this summer Returning from long quarantine underground I miss the high descant keening above tree frog choruses I miss life begging come sit with me before we die I miss the closeness of being alive 6-19-20
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Blue heron
It saw me first coming around the bend stepping on the wooden bridge I heard it rise out of reeds watched long legs fold up like landing gear soar low over water Gather speed cresting pines blue gray wings against a gray blue sky 6-12-20
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rapture
following a night of rain lichen blossom on fallen trees sides of oak glow blue-green mycelium reawaken throw spores ecstatically in the air mushrooms rise up in the woods moss puts on green robes hold chloroplasts in the air dance their resurrection in my yard I breathe in holiness sanctified, redeemed awaiting my decay 6-11-20
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The news from my porch
Last night it rained This morning dirt and debris is arranged in serried rows along the curb Today I will sweep it all into piles for the city to haul away Tomorrow 6-10-20
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I need a city job
This morning, the humidity is oppressive soon the sky will crack open and storms reveal leaks the sun obscures A park employee on a mower races the storm no time to get off and remove debris shattering sticks, head down as he slays grass Wherever you find a park employee working there are two higher…
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Vignettes from Friday’s fire pit
Junk mail and old receipts make good kindling From the end of a rotted log a beetle crawls out Stands on a brick and races off before it gets too hot On its way to the park a calico with a belled collar walks quietly through your yard A woman walks by on the street…
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haiku for those who stand strong in the face of tribulation
green weeping willow bright Hibaku Jumoku deep roots withstand fire 5-31-20 Hibakujumoku is a Japanese term for a tree that survived the atomic bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki in 1945.~~ wikipedia
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Out of Minnesota
Richard Attenborough narrates another documentary A pride of lions singles out a member of the herd You feel empathy for the hunted held by the neck bleating until limp and dead Torn apart on screen The camera turns Cream-colored lions with their cubs in the sun bellies full King of the Serengeti admires his children…
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reflection
while night birds softly awaken the sun you try once again to empty the emotion of loss ___ the anger and arrogance anger of caring so much you hate your gift ___ you sing notes in your head you feel the reverberation inside roll off your tongue into the air ___ you caress notes and…
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