throwing brightness

i like to hold those things for a while
i say sprawled out on the greening
grass under a technicolor puffcloud sky
(by those things i’m referring to
big news that sometimes blows in
from the southwest, but also
nebraska and sometimes the sonoran too)
_______

co-conspire, co-create the world
we want to live in she says
_______

the mole at the bottom of a five-gallon bucket
emory and ada show me
its long pink nose poking out of the
straw bedding tossed in
_______

ashby and gibbous (gray tabby and orange tabby)
sitting statue-like, each facing opposite directions
a kindof mirror of each other in south garden
bed 16 while i weed and carve short furrows
to plant favas in the last five feet of the bed
_______

emory, age 7, and his excitement at getting
to send the squeeze around the dinner circle
for the first time as cook
(on tonight’s menu:
roasted duck
salad with shredded daikon
chocolate chewies cookies
and skillet-fried potatoes)
_______
mole magic trish says of how
within seconds of being released, this creature
dug itself underground – poof
like a cat climbing a tree i compare
_______

half moon in mid-sky throwing its brightness
against parked car window which throws
the brightness back

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