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tossing the colors

let me tell you the chain of events  i say to trish in the office and then go on:
first, i broke my favorte glass of all time
because it slipped out of my wet hand and onto the butcher block,
then i went down to the sugar shack to see how much sorghum we have left
and on my way out the door, i noticed the elderberries were ripe
so i picked and picked and picked and while walking out of the elderberry patch
i was stung by a wasp on the back of my thigh
but as soon as i looked down (what are the chances) i found some plantain that i chewed up and put on the sting
_______
holding up each clothing article in the sally army shed in the almost too-dim lighting
for mica to check out from a slight distance
_______
tossing the colors of several tomato varieties in a stainless steel bowl:
paul robeson, cherokee purple, juan de flamme, amish paste and cosmonaut volkov
how i can’t help but exclaim at the flavors
before mixing in the chopped onions and basil and a sploosh of vinegar and several small glugs of oil

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wrestling and weaving

the round sweet juiciness of my first peach of the season for breakfast
a small orb of a reminder: how lucky i am
and how grateful for all of this
_______
mica and i hi-fiving with our butts
(which we call a low two)
for the drone cam that whirs and whines over the field
sometimes at the same height a frisbee in the air
could be at
_______
might not be a good edamame year
or a good cucumber year
but damn if it isn’t a good sunflower year
i say of the towering 
orange-red petaled,
lemon yellow petaled,
maroon gold petaled
brightest hummingest yellow petaled giants
some of whose very tops
i’d need a step ladder to reach
and then the half gallon mason jar
filled with them and water
on the front porch (flowers saying hello) because
_______
wrestling and weaving and wrestling and weaving and sometimes weeding too
this is how i move from one end of a row to the other
in the tomato jungle
taming
like breaking a horse say
_______
first dahlia bloom open
in north garden
just like last year
right in time for sharon and dennis
which means from this day forth
the first dahlia has delcared itself
dennis and sharon’s dahlia
_______
how i slice and arrange
the first tomatoes in a circle (like sun rays)
on top of the tabouleh-ish sallad
which features fresh parsley and spinach and onions
some of which seem ready
to haul in 
for the season
_______
the orange not-quite-setting-sun light
dipping below treeline branches
and laying itself across birdie the cat’s face
as she sprawls on the sun-warmed cistern
stretching into a knocked out pre-hunting time sleep

_______

from the water world:

17th FINA World Aquatics Championship. Solo Technical Women preliminary, Budapest, Hungary. Yukiko Inui of Japan competes. – voice of america, day in photos.

A woman holds an elderly woman on her back to cross a flooded street after a heavy rain in Shenyang, Liaoning province, China. – voice of america, day in photos.

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against the almost-iridescent

a word for the very specific satisfaction
that comes from crossing things off a to-do list
especially when using a broad and bright marker
to do so
_______
(detail from a pervious day, but remembered now, thus written now):
it might have been a fox someone says
about the death of seven chickens while i was away
_______
the mellow and bright yellow of snapdragons against the pink-lemonade pink of the other snapdragons against hte deep fuschia and white and pink raspberry combo of cosmos against the almost iridescent pink-orange thumbelina zinnia petals agains the shiny crisp white and marron of the strawflowers
all tucked into a small queenline jar
that i fill with water
_______
at night among the insect chorus i hear a splooosh
of some creature landing in the pond
which is not so close which means it must have been a big creature (super huge bullfrog?) making a big sploosh

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the almost

the almost iridescent indigo
of the first larkspurs flowering
on the edge of the herb garden
_______
abundance in the color red:
stainless steel bowl filled with strawberry harvest and
several buckets of cherries awaiting pitting
in the walk-in (and fruits still dangling
off the trees)
_______
how the rare sound of a helicopter overhead
most likley means someone is being airlifted
so when the chopper hums past today
i send wishes along with it
to whoever is aboard
and their dear ones
_______
only four pages into braiding sweetgrass and already
it is a good good book
_______
multiple encounters with the groundhogs
who live under my room
including standing a mere foot from a baby
before it startles off towards cover
and also including many shrieks/whistles
and scampering to shelter and also
several stare downs
and how this is one of the things writing is all about
(meaning: half of the writing
is looking/listening/watching and being curious)
_______
sound of the tractor rolling back in around sunset
from an emergency sorghum watering/rescue
and how the least i could do was clean up dinner
as a way to say thank you for caring
for the little planties
_______
how i leave the phone and ringer on
at night like an emergency hotline
so i can be there
just in case
_______
the lightning bug morse coding
with the on-off of its green LED-like light
as it crawls along the pane
of the cedar room’s north-facing window

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places i’ve been

the snap and pop of hot wood in karma stove
blazing the first fire of the season
_______
gibbous the golden cat climbing
onto my shoulders and back and
hanging out there for a while as i
crouch over the parsely patch
harvesting
_______

handing the coin collection in an old tea diffuser to emory
each piece gathered from countries/places i’ve been
_______
dried zinnia petals crumbling between my palms
as i rub them together to separate out the seeds
_______
indulgent time of year gigi explains the chocolate peanut clusters
she brought over for dinner
_______
ed and wendy (two of the four sandhill founders)
at the kitchen table
and ed says he can’t help asking questions because
everyone has an interesting story
_______
dottie and i freestyling
between our renditions of in the air tonight and zombie 
about laird’s wedding chair
on top of which is a laptop
feeding us words and chords
_______
11something pm, coyote howls/calls
rising in a raucous round
so close that the pooches on the porch
call out too and how the howling
stops, instantaneously
alongside a sortof screech sound of unidentified origins

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willow into willow

the distant drone/hum of combines
pulling in the season’s harvest
constant
until the fields are emptied

_______

sulfur family sole says of the light green/yellow (like a glow-in-the-dark star) butterfly
weaving in and out of the currants
_______

the balmyness of the day that allows us
to blanket-sit in tshirts in the sun while weaving
willow into willow
the balmyness that means
i am still harvesting tomatoes
in early november
the balmyness that qualifies
days and months as the warmest on record
_______
the slice of pink cake
(called pinata cake because of the candy
tucked inside) kim brings to our table
_______
all the colors of sky as seen
from the truck bed and the spray of black birds
traveling across the dusky almost sunset view
_______

birdie purring in sole and i’s laps
while mahogany lullabies us all
with lilting flute notes
lifting light in the air
_______
from the water world:

Migrants and refugees panic after falling in the water during a rescue operation by teh Topaz Responder rescue ship run by Maltese NGO Moas and Italian Red Cross, off the Libyan coast in the Mediterranean Sea. -voice of america, day in photos

Police use pepper spray against protesters trying to cross a stream near an oil pipeline construction site near Standing Rock Indian Reservation, north of Cannon Ball, North Dakota.

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cooking in quiet and in conversation

field crew
layer-wrapped in the chill
after a 40ish degree night
as we walk toward field four
but not long into
stripping and deheading (sorghum)
we shed layers
at ends of rows or
near the cart that carries
the workgloves and water and sometimes apple snacks
_______
the shing shing shiiing! of baigz’s machete blade
as he works his way
jumping up w/ ninja poses
up/down the sorghum field slicing off the seed heads
sending them and their flag leaves flying
in all directions
and how he apologizes
when a seedhead lands at my feet
_______

how two of my paces
fit inside tomcat’s one
as we walk up underpass
towards the next field
not knowing each other well but
answering best we can
in the short walk
how things in our worlds have been
_______

a name for the feeling of looking up and being surprised by
a view i didn’t expect to see
(the western horizon appearing
-something about how this field and me in it
are oriented, contrary to how i thought we’d be oriented –
how the floodplain spreads out before it
as seen through stripped-bare stalks
of sorghum)

_______
gloves wet with
morning dew and
yesterdays rain
tossed onto sun-spilled ground so that
they might dry a little during lunch
_______
how i thank earthpig
for cooking in quiet and in conversation
as we circle around the butcher block featuring
a feast of:
massaged kale salad
tomato salad
brown rice
chana masala
sweet potato fries and garbanzo gravy
plus a desert on the side table
of chocolate pudding pie
_______
thank you she writes for giving me a new name,
for taking the chance to ask me to walk up A mountain,
for teaching me how to make cheese and crackers –
for hoeing and singing and reading me poems

_______
cynthia and ty and i
gathered to check out the
dave chapelle prince skit
where prince and his crew
challenge charlie murphy and his crew
to a game of basketball which
murphy declared shirts versus blouses

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