the sweetness of this

the wild turkey
scuttling across the gravel road in front of me
as i pdeal through
how, like a plane, it runs on the ground
before lifting into sky
_______
the ding! of the kitchen timer as alline
stands in front of the oven where
a batch of cookies rises into sweetness
in the oven as we take turns discussing
the rules/things we’ve internalized about
writing and where they came from and
which ones serve us and our work and which ones don’t
_______
stephen says how he used the rules
from my writer’s workshop
in his class
(don’t apologize/make disclaimers for your work,
take risks,
try it on,
have fun)
the sweetness of this
validation
_______
all the black cars passing
as i pedal the curves and hills of highway M
mennonite men in the front seats
wearing their black coat, black hat sunday best
on a thursday which
the closed zimmerman’s store and the
calendar on our bulletin board tells me
is ascension day
_______

hummingbird sighting  in the red/yellow
columbine blooms in the herb garden
reported by cynthia
_______
the ting! tang! of the handle-less post pounder
as i drop it several times in a row
on each re-bar stake in north garden
marking where i lower the dahlia tubers
5 inches into earth
fulfilling the declaration/dream i made
so many years ago of
having dahlias wherever i live
_______
the quietest puffs of oxygen
coming out of dana’s tank
from where she sits
at the kitchen table
_______
emory at dinner calling the white bun
that transports the beef hamburger real food
which i follow up with pointing to my plate and asking
is this asparagus real?
this pickle?
_______

ghostbusters! mo calls out across the orchard
in the copper tinge of sunset
at the sight of me donning what i call
the BT sprayer
(though trish does not)
filled with gallons of sloshing water
(1 gallon = 8.3 pounds)
and grasping the handle of the long nozzle
in my hand
_______
from the water world:
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Villagers from various Indian states shout slogans during a protest demonstration to highlight the water shortage across the country in New Delhi, India.
– voice of america, day in photos

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