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i gather seed

on this last gasp sunny 70degree day
i pluck red (and mostly red) tomatoes,
i harvest parsley, 
i clip flowers,
i gather seed
_______

the wind that comes in sweeping
what remains with it
of summer
_______
it’s a real life practice
art of asking
i say
this thing about the vulnerability
of reaching towards other people
_______
from the ater world:

A Hindu devotee applies vermillion powder on the forehead of her husband as they perform rituals on the banks of the Yamuna River during Chhath Puja festival in New Delhi, India.

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the unbelievable amount of light

the crunch of the bronze insect eggs
(squash bugs) as we smoosh them
between fintertips or fingertip and nail or nail and nail or fingertips and palms
in north garden where we work our way along the
three sisters patches
_______
the coolness on me
under thin button up shirt as i 
walk away from completing the weeding of the cosmos patch
in perhaps the hottest part of the day
(91 degrees the thermometer reads)
drips of sweat dropping
off my brows into my eyes
_______
yeah, because words can sometimes fuck everything up
i say to chad
in defense/as explanation
for connecting
with animals
_______
the unbelievable amount of light
a single bug can give off
each firefly flicker
illuminating what they land on:
the neck fur of mama cat,
the small white watering can,
the door handle,
my arm
_______
aurelia and nina and cole
as if they were waiting tables asking
person after person
around the fire if they would like a smore
and i place
two orders and then mention
how i’m going to yelp about this  place – the best restaurant
in northeast missouri
_______
mae and i both agreeing
that this is the best firefly season
since either of us have been here
(in northeast missouri)
that we’ve ever witnessed
although it’s difficult to tell in the moment
because of the great light
of the bonfire before us
_______
sheila guiding us
in her headlamp light
up the path
in the post-fire dark
_______
how i try to catch (from cool ranch porch)
animal sounds somewhere between here and the chicken yard
some of which sound like
a creature having hairballs (but 10 times the size/sound of a domesticated cat),
and almost grunting growling that reminds me of wild boars,
snapping of twigs/brush underfoot (i’m assuming these creatures are on the ground, not in the trees),
a kind of sparring and this is where the dog-like growls come in
there are definitely at least two of them

_______
from the water world:

Two men play in the Duinrell amusement park in Wassenaar as Europe sizzled in a continent-wide heatwave. – voice of america, day in photos

Girls stand in monsoon rains beside an open laundry in New Delhi, India. – voice of america, day in photos

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the supply is getting low

seen from loft bed perch
6something in the morning, maybe 7:
house sparrow, inches from my watching eyes
as it lands on window frame and then
takes to flight again
_______
there’s a boil order on municipal water for scotland county baigz says
because the supply is getting low
and now we’re down to the dregs
_______

from the water world:

People cool off themselves at a fountain near the India Gate monument on a hot day in New Delhi, India. – voice of america, day in photos

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the warning call of an unidentified bird
(or maybe it is the groundhog itself)
drawing my sleepy attention out the window
to find the groundhog on the path leading to my door
first, walkign slowly and then
doing that thing that groundhogs do, up in its hind legs
looking out
_______

the day begins with yoga to ‘winds of change’ by the scorpions

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Member of the Reyes family hug as they are reunited for three minutes as U.S. Border patrol agents open a single gate along the Mexico border as part of Children’s Day in Mexico, at Border Field State Park in San Diego, California. – voice of America, day in photos

Girls get drenched as they try to fill empty containers with water from a municipal tanker on a hot summer day in New Delhi, India. – voice of America, day in photos

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now this

the edge on today’s cool crisp air
enough to warrant the annual bringing
of tropical potted plants (pandan and lemon tree)
indoors for the cold season
_______
the little irritant
that lodges itself in the throats
of those in the living room/kitchen
resulting from the indoor processing
of hot peppers
_______

now this i say
about the cool wet
while a drizzle rain sprinkles down
is your kind of weather
to the kale plants i break off leaves from
for this weeks csa
_______

no way she says about
monsanto’s potential plans
to make a move to tucson
on my way to a rising tide meeting
_______
from the water world:

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People get their picture taken in front of the foam-covered, polluted Yamuna river in New Delhi, India. – voice of america, day in photos

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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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towards the brightest point

it’s too bad i’m so into it
i say of the broad fork tool
(jumping on it to dig tines in deep
and leaning back with its handles
break up soil) that i am not giving
others the chance (to use it)
_______

ashby nestled into
(and batting at)
row-end mulch pile
as we add tuft after tuft
_______

bagels and i singing won’t
you take me to pummy town
while we fork the smashed
dried cane into garden paths
i can’t imagine gardening
without them trish says

_______

mega-flock i call the multiple
V’s of geese that touch both edges
(east and west) of sky above us
at our picnic table perch at once

_______

wind whipping trish’s zine notes
off picnic table before we
lounge in dappled light under
the juniper-berry-bearing branches

_______

loft-perched ingrid’s face
lit computer blue as the day dusks
she tells me about the freezing
of the swamp (how it made normally
inaccessible land accessible
and how its white traces revealed
the usually indescernable current
of movement)
_______
piece of peach limb mica
holds up for me to smell
and see its rings rendered invisible
in dusk-darkness
_______
does anyone know i gesture/ask
towards the brightest point
in the sky what planet that is
_______

bonfire smoke infusing orange fibers of
santa fe elbow patch before-the-train-
arrives sweater

_______

emory spooning hand-cranked frozen
yogurt to his mouth at my side
on bonfire-bordering bench saying
it’s not really frozen
_______

have you ever been married tigger
asks in flame-light no i kindof guffaws
and without hesitation add and i
never will

_______

there have been reports of sun burn
i say low-voiced in the loft
and applyings of aloe vera

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from the water world:

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Police use water cannon to disperse protesters led by the opposition Congress party in New Delhi. Police fired water cannon at demonstrators rallying in the Indian capital against Prime Minister Narendra Modi’s land reforms, which they say will harm the country’s millions of farmers.– voice of america, day in photos

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