the red-shedding

swirl of hay dust in the air as we
heave heaps of mulch
pierced with the ends of our
pitchforks tossing the
dried strands onto garden cart
_______

mahogany sauteeing ohio-found mitakes
on one burner while i reheat the
rice on the other
_______

trish in south garden her gold
sequins shining which she put on
so they could work their mood-lifting magic

_______

how we pause in front of the old panes
of glass in the east-facing cow barn loft windows
where the red-shedding
trees burn against blue sky and the edge
of the graveyard comes into view
and the chickadees flit from
tree to tree
_______

she has introduced me
to my sorrow (which i think of as a pet
creature living inside me and how
this pet creature wants/deserves
to be seen) i say
across the baby collards bed
sun sinking gold light blurred
through hoop house plastic
she is teaching you sole responds
_______

i just want everyone to be ok i say
edges of the collard leaves blurring
but my ok for them is perhaps sometimes
different than their ok for themselves
but i think people not killing people
(or land or animals, especially in the name of money)
is ok to want
for everyone and then i retell
joAnn and i in the graphics lab
and how we both care about the world
in the same ways and i was upset
about some military operation/budding war
and joAnn noted that there has always been/
always will be war and killing
_______

i like you because you are
the you that you are i say
arguing for her, for all of us
to keep doing what
we do so well (being ourselves)
_______

wherein i play bartender
at the butcher block
pouring shots of fire cider
while we toast to health
in spanish and polish
_______

how sole and i sit on the floor and pass
brown glass bottles of essential oils
back and forth describing
the brightness or the
top notes or
the colors and arranging
various combinations
_______

at the top of slater’s hill sole
points out a galaxy (cluster of lights)
while birdie perches on my
shoulder and a soft
glow like a distant city that isn’t there rises
from the northern horizon
through the trees
_______

cricket’s snout propped sleepy against
window frame where she snore/grunts
which is perhaps actual snoring
or perhaps just grunting asking
to be let in
_______

from the water world:
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A man and snow-covered trees are reflected in the water, as he take a “selfie” photograph in Lake Louise, Alberta, Canada. – voice of america, day in photos

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A youth jumps into the Indian Ocean at the water front of the historical Stone Town of Zanzibar, Tanzania.–  voice of america, day in photos

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