everything that grows

the way the gray brings out all the
green/yellow/gold/red/orange/brown
colors of grass, branch and leaves
and how the windows
frame it all as the day mists on
_______

visual symphony of drips
syncopating their way from corrugated
slant of metal wood shed roof edge to
rain-wet ground
_______
how mica spies the autumn olives and i
clean the branches of most i can see
and carry a palmful of astringent sweet orange-red beads
the rest of the way home
as the borrowed boot rubs
my ankle raw andhow mica plucks and snacks selectively
_______

tall path-arching/bending grasses
transferring their droplets of gathered rain-mist wetness
onto the cotton of my clothes
that quickly absorb the gift
_______
selfies in which we
tuck our faces into the
barrage of changing-color leaves
and maybe it’s about the photos
but maybe it’s even more about
how we make ourselves laugh
in the rise-fall of those
missouri prairie golden rollings
at the edge of the transition
where everything that grows
dies/is dying
and we are alongside it all
dying too
only at a different timing/pace
_______

i’m leaving now before it will turn instantly dark
mica says, jar of dried apple snacks
held in her hands
_______

crinkle of secret we miss frankie note
(black and blue ink with hearts on white paper)
tucked into the zippered pocked
of the once-ransomed now-liberated hoodie
_______

in candlelight
listening to christa tippet interview
jean vanier who paraphrases aristotle:
…the difference between being admired and
being loved
admiring people means you
put them on pedastals
loving people means you
want to be near/with/around them

and his own words:we are very fragile in front of the future

and her words of his words:
we have our weaknesses/limitations/etc.
(that don’t all show on our bodily surfaces)
that make us recoil when they appear

_______

and when i hear the word disarming
while i arrange my trunk and limbs
to be under as much of the stove-heated water
in the barely-filled tub
as possible,
everything comes into focus including
the vague tree silhouette/shadow
against the vaguely legible night sky
as seen from the naked and reclined position
from a window that makes this
a tub/bath with a view
_______

thin veil of clouds drawing themselves
quickly across the swollen moon
giving the illusion of
moon racing across sky rather than
clouds swiftly drifting

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