to let a little glimmer through

harvesting the ground cherries
that haven’t been bored/eaten by worms
and cherry tomatoes that haven’t
been devoured boy another kind of worm
all in the morning rain
that moves in
gathering momentum/speed
as it showers down
but never tuns into a full downpour
and then moves out
______
new mexodus i say at lunch
about the recent exoduses to new mexico
and trish, the biggest not-fan of puns and word play,
looks up from her plate and says she likes that one
_______
“detail neglector” trish says
when i comment on my haphazard harness packaging
while we are gathered at the weekly meeting
_______
angie’s warm towel-wrapped bread in a basket
on the butcher block and how she uses the word sinful
about the chocolate-coconut-almond joy bar
she carries to the front porch on a plate
_______
carefully, sans gloves,
how i pick up a coil of rusty barbed wire
to move aside in angie’s truckbed
to make room for clyde
looked like a fall sunset i say
of the red/orange ripped
across the sky
_______
body draped across hammock which is draped
from rings hung on hooks by the woodpile,
night moving in on me and lightning
so far in the southern distance
on-and-offing
how i lie there long enough for the storm-sky
to clear the way to let a little glimmer
of stars through
________
the donkey/pony stuffed animal
with legs and ears and a tail and everything
hanging by its handles
from coles bedframe
i have never been a purse person
but this might be enough
to convert me
and let’s not even mention
the tiaras
the pink cape
the giant crystals/gemstones
the shiny purple boots
the star paper lamp
and the glow in the dark stars above it

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