to patch

hunting my feet
i describe the manner in which
ashby woke me this morning
at 5:35 a.m.
in time for sunrise
snippet gazing
_______

squeak of sugar snap peas
(first harvest) rubbing against
each other as we grab handfuls
from metal bowl
_______
what if they used barrels
of swedish fish
to re-stock our pond i ask
on the porch after lunch
_______

itchyness of skin scratch
where kitten claws
(accompanied by mewing)
dug in
_______

frantic buzz sound of
fly newly stuck to uncoiled fly strip
as i arrange sprigs of spearmint
on dehydrating racks
in karma kitchen
_______
panorama swirl of
gray sky storm-brew
steel gray against blue gray against silver gray
woven cloud layers varying in
density and depth
_______

emory offers the
black/white zebra tape
to patch cracked matching wristband
_______

you put the super in super-hero
she says from a windy parking lot

where taos mountain looms/looks over

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