as if someone synchronized the landscape

in the dream i was
on an ocean hangout
(rental cabin) with at least a couple
who were sortof self-involved
(understandably – par for
the ocean hangout/getaway course)
i left the house/cabin and encountered a
woman carrying a palm-sized basket of
hand-carved (wood) rings
her face somewhat reminiscent of
the faces of women in
the ecuadorian andes
we eye-connect/smile and
she hands me a ring and
tells me to take it
a rhinoceros/antelope-shaped ring that fits on two fingers
though it’s part of a magical pair and
she’s trying to sell her handamde goodness and i say no thanks
but then later search her out
to purchase the complementary
rhino/antelope
at a convention where she’s about to receive an award
_______

a heat that hits
surprisingly early in the day
and a humidity that turns the impact
into a wallop
but then there’s this wild breeze
turning the almost-blooming sunflowers
heads back and forth and back
set to sway
this breeze that causes the whole
limb lift-fall as if someone
synchronized(choreographed)
the landscape
_______

a name for the leg muscles that
no matter how much garden/field work i do
they never seem to quite get it
that we’ll be staying here
(bent over to reach into earth)
workin’ this work for a while
_______

although often frustrating
i love how landscape interferes
(i’m approaching the canyon
[cutoff canyon, i’ve been known to refer to it as]
she says on her way to el rio
so if i lose you…
if you do lose me, have a fabulous adventure
i reply before the canyon slices her voice

into thin and then fading pieces)
_______
katniss mica refers to
birdie catwell the third
everdeen i reply
_______

stowing away in loft
after lunch and before dinner prep
to pull thread through
push-pin-poked holes
lovingly binding each hot-pink chapbook
in descending order
_______

punching the tenderest of kale leaves
(first harvest of the season!)
in stainless steel bowl
_______
like an ever-changing painting baigz
says of the sky-set
under which we perch
on gravel in awe
_______

lightning hunting i
stare at the same spot of
thickening sky with camera
ready to shoot
_______

lightning bugs on our
walk back
the kind that light as they rise
mica says
the kind that all light up at once
i say
taking in the green-gold dots of glow

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