the grassy perimeter

ann and i walking the grassy perimeter
of the cemetary encountering
what we think is most likely a squirrel skeleton
(some fur still stuck to bones,
some bones bare/exposed)

under a pine tree
how, when i look close, i am surprised
at how long the bottom teeth are:
brownish and arcing up to fit between the top arcing-down teeth

the white of this

the passive aggressive looks
i give the kids shrieking in play
(tag/chase/seek/hide)
up and down the rows of stacks
while i attempt to concentrate
on some very important boring adult business
still and silent (except for the loudest eye roll)
in my seat
_______
how the white of this

april 27th’s snow
on the new green
of fields and lawns
registers as strange
in some subconscious realm
and also in a very conscious realm
as we roll through the hills
from town to home
in a vehicle powered by dinosaur bones

messengers

how we tell the bees,
the butterfly,
the green branch buds,
the first dandelions,
the cats,
to take the day off tomorrow
and spend it snuggled up
in some cozy and dry hideout
because snow is on the way

into the cool earth

the circle of rocks we arrange
as protection/defense
around the wild cucurbit
sprouting up alongside the road
but not completely off the road
and we want to see what it becomes
_______
how it takes a while
for the usefulness of my hands to resume
after being out in the chilly rainwet
planting onion start after onion start into the cool earth

in the wet night

the rhythm we keep
with the speed of the tractor
on the transplantor
dropping zoey onions, kohlrabi, napa cabbage
into the dibbles
the water wheel leaves
in the beds
_______

arriving home to the chorus of peepers
crescendoe’d
in the wet night
of rain

walking out

i hate walking out i say
about walking out in the middle of a poetry reading
to sit in the sun
near the magnolias
on the yellow chairs
in the part-shade part-sun
after spending most of the weekend
(with its 70-some-degree days)
indoors
in roomfuls of other writers