under thunder-gray

in the dream
you (wearing a purpled plaid button down
and your hair is salt/pepper) are working with youth
unloading boxes of produce
(organic, field fresh)
at a small receiving dock and i
(in this uncannily coincidental way
am down the alley
entering the store-room at my job (cafe/farm)
you see me see you and i jump into
the dusty store room (shelves of dry goods)
for quick invisibility
but then pop out again knowing i can’t really
disappear myself
and greet you with a hand-up wave, a hey
soft – something that sounds like arriving

at forgiveness

_______

in the dream, honna threw me
a birthday party and
tapped into her friend group
to fill the space out
so there i was showered in love/adorations
by people whose names i felt like i should have known
because they were approaching me as if
we’ve known each other all this time

_______

first tulip burst/bloom found
outside the privy/in the herb garden
pinkred and almost open

_______

mica looking out long window
oh she says the may apples are up

_______

under thunder-gray
wet green of sloping hills and woods-edge
(buds unfolding on branch tips)
almost glowing

_______

i’ll bring my earplugs and gloves i say
into the voicemail
in reference to the post driver and posts that await
in iowa city

_______

part gray, part red/pink/orange
small bird flying peachtreewards
against dim sky

_______

tyler and i look at fairfield on the map
planning a half-hour detour towards
organic raw milk soft serve mango ice cream

_______

we work with persimmon
what darien says is the hardest wood in
north america
various tools used:
vice
hatchet
sharpening stone
table saw
hand saw
gnarliest rasp
plane
level

when it comes to the handsawing
we take turns tagging in and out

_______

frankie!!!! look at my fan!!!!
emory’s dinner greeting to show me

hand built
with manual (hand crank) or electronic options
plastic (rubber? metal?) snapped together
i lean in to feel the breeze

_______

mica’s rainy day dinner menu:
grilled cheese sandwiches
tomato soup
peach/blueberry cobbler
snow peas

while eating we discuss
horror movies, drive-ins, and the finer
points of digital/analog recording

_______

the thwap of gibbus the cat against the window
as he night-hunts a small bird
and prowls away with it in his jowls

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