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when the gusts pick up

lean in i say lean in and savor it
not that he’s asking for advice
but this is what i offer
in the strawberry patch
regarding his current matters of the heart
_______
how are you with bird sounds
i ask and ask around again 
while we dig up strawberries for runners and while we crunch on crackers and carrot dip
so i can know the name of the bird
whose sound keeps captivating me
(later, after mica searches ‘magical sound’ and ‘forest bird’ she finds it: the wood thrush
and when i look it up in the bird book
i’m punched a little by the phrase declining in numbers in recent years)
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the wind shaking juniper berries out of the cedar tree
and the tray of ground cherry halves i guard
when the gusts pick up
so the detritus doesn’t land
on the sliced open fruits
laid out across the dehydrator trays
_______
the green smily face in the middle of the cross section
of the ginormous cherry tomato i just cut in half and when i see it
i cannot help but laugh
outloud
_______
emory tossing each clean item of his laundry (tshirts and shorts mostly)
just plucked from the line
onto the porch floor – which is a notoriously dusty surface
to fold them
_______
emory, eric and in
seated around the computer screen in the office laughing
at the beginnings of home alone 
which, turns out, is surprisingly more engaging
than i had anticipated
_______
how the moon
not yet full, but getting there
sends light through the trees so that i don’t need
do flick on the headlamp
on my way down the footpath
behind the priv
along the mushroom logs
to sugar shack

_______
from the water world:

People sit in water and play mahjong at a water park on a hot day in Chongqing, China. – voice of america , day in photos

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glimpse of a great grey wingspan

space, lots of space
cynthia says when i ask her
about her trick for roasting potatoes
as we sit to eat the new round wonders
for dinner
_______
the bright orange skin
of citrus in flecks after running
a grater along the rounded fruit surface
_______
sophia smelling snapdragons and asking
the name of the irridescent purple flower
how it takes more hours (the entire afternoon)
than i anticipated
_______
the pleasure of a sharp knife
slicing through the hard/thin skin
and soft insides of a
deglet noor date balanced with
the impatience of
getting it done
_______
mo talking about how she surprised herself
by forgetting and then just remembering
how she fell from a ladder and then
hugged the rough bark of the cedar on the way down
how it scraped her up
and how, in some ways, she kindof liked the falling
_______
unnamed phenomenon: when one kid
sees another kid playing
with a toy of the first kid
who previously did not give two fucks about that toy
loses their shit because
this other kid is playing
with a toy they all of a sudden love so much
it’s almost unbearable
(or how, as an adult
you put a clothing item in the freebox – ready to let it go
and then you see someone else rocking it
and you regret giving it up)
_______
this happens at least once a year
joseph says laughing with crinkly eyes
(that i know are there even though its dark)
about missing the entrance
to the field we drive across to get back to sandhill
and how all of us in the back laugh and laugh again
about the scenario
which, when we choose the wrong entrance,
the wrong field with the drop off,
makes him even more deteremined to do it right
_______
sortof explaining chakras to sophia
on the dusty star-strung ride home
i talk about how the red one
is emergence/life force
and how the blue one
which is about voice and communication
is over the throat
but i’m no expert i say
_______
two owls in two days
i think

to myself with the wind
moving along my arms
and through my hair
in the back of the truck
after i turned to joke with joseph
in the drivers seat and catch
a glimpse of a great gray wingspan
in the shine the headlights cast

_______

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Rescuers carry a resident from a flooded building in Chongqing, China. – voice of america, day in photos

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into an edge of coolness

what appears to be a loon tattoo
(part of this assumption i attribute to the shape
and part of this assumption i attribute to the geographical origins
of the tattoo bearer)
on matt’s upper arm

_______

a letter from myself from a little over a year ago
read in the hammock
bits of desert creek sycamore
falling out of the pages

_______

comma tutorial in the woodshop
fine and coarse wet stones
plus a demo with the tall grass weeds
around the concrete stacks outside

_______

harvesting split cabbage with
the orange handled knife
during that cusp part of the day
where the heat should be cresting over
into an edge of coolness

_______

something about giving my frosting to emory
how fun it is to share the sweetness
but also in retrospect how cruel it seems
(two fluffy handfuls of sugarsweet)

_______

the appearance of a
freddie mercury apparition
people in the streets
people in the streets
a doily interruption of
a ridiculous farewell puppet show
considering worst-case scenarios
_______

pickling smells filling karma kitchen
and spilling over into woodshop and
entryway

_______

bush katydid mica says
when i ask her if she can identify
the high pitched/loud/grating insect sound
outside my window

_______

from the water world:

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Indian youth Barkat Ali uses a makeshift raft to paddle through the Sabarmati River in Ahmedabad.  – voice of america, day in photos

BDE1E78D-C7E0-4203-9B93-D393E430F4D8_w974_n_s_sHindu devotees bathe in the Bagmati River on their way to the Pashupatinath Temple to offer prayers to Lord Shiva, Hindu god of destruction during Shravan festivities in Sundarijal, on the outskirts of Kathmandu, Sri Lanka. – voice of america, day in photos

 

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Watering hole: A restaurant has set up tables and chairs in the middle of a river in Chongqing, China as a way to beat the summer heat.
Picture: Imaginechina/REX – telegraph

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People dive into the Mediterranean Sea on a hot summer’s day in Nice, southern France. Temperatures reached up to 28 degrees Celcius.
Picture: EPA/SEBASTIEN NOGIER – telegraph

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Thirteen people were killed and four remain missing after Typhoon Rammasun made landfall in northern Vietnam, authorities said, as the toll from the storm’s passage in China rose to 26. Vietnam lost an estimated 28 trillion dong (1.3 billion US dollar), equivalent to one percent of gross domestic product, due to natural disasters in 2013, the government said.
Picture: EPA – telegraph

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