the soreness in today’s forearm telling the story of
yesterday’s work (lifting and rotating
strainer after strainer full of
blanched kale from
boiling pots to the cold water bath
_______
mistaken for a fox at first
the tiny fawn on the far end of the pond
lowering its face to the water for
a long long drink
while trish, baigz and i
dry and dress
after our post-frisbee swim
(which, by the way, is fantastically cool
in this morning time slot)
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the fuschia/pink/red skin
of the red norlands we
dig up out of the chicken yard beds and
how, in between hauling filled buckets,
i pause under the mulberry tree reaching
up for a sweet dark purple power pellet
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do you want me to keep going? i ask mica
midway through my ‘everything on the to-do list’ ramble
after she asked what is making me so busy
don’t stop she says if it’s helping you
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intoxicating mo says
about the subtle-sweet fruity smell
of the season’s first snapdragons
as i hold them up
(light pink/hot red/cream yellow)
for her to inhale
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where’d that nooch monster go i say
about emory who, earlier, showed me
the nutritional yeast mountain
he poured on top of
his leftover bagel snack
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the mashed up mellow green
of avocados (turned guacamole)
up against the bright! of
slices of yellow pepper arranged in a semi-circle
along the rim of the guacamole bowl
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lightning bug
in the not-yet-dark flaring
its glow on the leaf of a
strawflower plant
whose blooms have just come on)
while i tilt the watering can spout
ground-wards
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the exhaustion at the end of a day
that started at 8 (in terms of hard work/play)
and ended at 9:30pm
kicking my ass so hard i almost cry
while stepping into the outdoor shower
in the last licks of daylight
on one of the longest days of daylight
(happy belated solstice)
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some things
(like the constellations of lightning bugs
flickering on/off
[like music made of light/motion
rather than sound – mutl-part harmonies])
cannot be captured
on film (photo or video)
which means you just have to
sit out there on the bench you made
several springs ago
and lean into it
eyes open to the darkness
laced with light
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from the water world:
detail collector 