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our power

stepping out onto the porch in the morning
following the gaze of mama cat which is set on the wood siding of the east facing wall of the cedar room
where a bat is attached and presumably asleep
_______
our power snack mark says
holding out the bag of salted pumpkin seeds
partway through the nemo birthday frisbee tournament
_______
robin wall kimmerer
providing a possible answer to a conuncrum i’ve been turning over for years now:
a pronoun that isn’t ‘it’ for referring ot trees or sun or rivers or raccoons etc.
her proposal:
ki (pronounced ‘key’) for singular and kin for plural,
ki coming from aaki which is the part of the potowami aakibmaadiziiwin (‘being of the earth’) that means ‘land’
 _______

hail the circumference of a
50-cent piece 
held in the palm of my hand
outside the memphis theater
grabbed from the sidewalk and tossed back down again
_______

the plum-colored skittles package that matches
the plum-colored shirt that mica wears
and the sound of the candy shell as it crunches in between my teeth
while we situate ourselves in the front row
for the memphis community theater’s production
of oklahoma
_______
the lightening that has scattered itself
across the sky in all directions
lighting up and going dark
lighting up and going dark again

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feels like a direction

morning on the porch
i look to meet where mama cat’s gaze is pointing
to find a brown bat perched (right side up and three feet from me) on the exterior wall to my room
 and there are two things to say about this:
1. one of the things i love most about where i live is frequent (and close) encounters with wild creatures
2. each encounter feels like a direction or a guide for the day, how i carry their spirit/essence with me
_______
baigels, emory, mark and i
coasting with our arms out like wings
as if riding air currents high above
like a turkey vulture 
(which happens to be the name on our team)
as we head towards the tossed disc

_______

somehow, after living here for nearly four years,
i encounter/notice the wild yellow blooms of birdsfoot trefoil along the dancing rabbit pond path closely for the first time
and how i can’t stop marveling at both the shape of the blooms and also the sheer deep yellow/gold/almost orange color
of them all
________

it would involve a lot of ritual, like weeks or months leaing up toi say about how i don’t hunt but if i did
and I wouldn’t use a gun

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don’t get precious about it

in the absolute dark sometime between last night’s sunset and this morning’s dawn
i get up to pee and guess the time (3:21)
before tucking myself back in again
and hit indiglo on my watch to see the time and the numbers astoundingly read 3:21
_______

7:20 a.m. cynthia cruising past on the tractor 
hauling water to the sorghum starts 
performing part deux of the emergency watering/salvation
_______

8:30 a.m. out on the frisbee field and it’s already blazing hot
as we warm up – tossing those discs back and forth
before we have even begun running up/down and up/down that field
______
i”m not afraid to put stuff out there –
i don’t get precious about it  says sterlin harjo, a filmmaker,
when talking about his process in an interview on the broken boxes podcast
and later, the host (whose name i don’t know) says
as an artist, you have people that follow you – lead them well

_______

the western sky streaked with copper
against gray-lavender
while i walk the hose up/down the tomato and tomatillo beds
offering a quenching
with the slow steady flowing hose
in my hand

_______

10something p.m.
with all five windows open in the cedar room, the cool night air drifts in
and it is like being
on a screened-in porch

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in bloom

goats inviting me to a performance trish shares her dream from last night
on our way to the 8:30 frisbee game
and emory demands to know more but
as is the nature of dreams, the rest is not quite re-tellable in any words
_______
the frisbee game tha tcould go on forever because
this cool gray weather sometimes with the finest mist
is just right
and makes us feel like
we could play forever
_______
the grape irises in bloom along the line of mailboxes
and edge of the front garden
at dancing rabbit
and how i leave with stem of candy-smelling blooms
in my hand
_______
the small packet of honey mustard pretzels mica tosses into the passenger seat
which means i won the bet
that we never really made
about whether or not the butcher shop sells them
and, in any case, we both win as we snack our way back to sandhill
(these days known as chainmail chapel)
_______
the slightest bursting of hte first fat edamame sprouts
pushing up through sandy soil
up and down the rows marked
with flickering flags
_______
sawdust spilling over me as i sort/sift
through last years dahlias and how i quietly exclaim
at each sprouting tuber i find
yes!!!!! sprouts!!!!!!!!!! yes!!!!!!!!!
_______

the whine of fast mosquitos hovering around me as i drill holes
and drive screws to install the discarded wood pegboard and shelf
rescued from the woodpile
for hanging clothes and jackets
_______
emory showing me how the live trap works
(spring loaded, so first you push the door up and then you lock it in place
until it springs shut when triggered)
baited with cat food in hopes that we might catch the bandits who’ve been stealing their way onto the back porch for a great cat food feast

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how a water tower disappears

dottie trying on coveralls
at a stand at the flea market and saying
they fit height-wise but are too big width-wise and a man walking past
whose kind/warm face and short white beard remind me of french (the carpenter who made many fine things at this farm) says you’ll grow into it

_______
when the day begins with a stack of holograph-y lion stickers
for a mere 25 cents

i say
then i can’t help but think
it’s going to be a good one

 _______

the woman at the stand where i buy a $4 radio
peeking her head out from their shed to find that the water tower whose location i inquire about
is no longer there
and how we all laugh about the mystery and weirdness
of how a water tower disappears
_______

discussing things like joy and suffering and attachment on the porch during lunch
and how i know i am already attached to the small ceramic electric kettle with a few flowers printed on it in orange and blue and maybe purple and green
i found today
for four dollars

_______

first there is the darkness that is my shadow
on the white rock/gravel road and then
the green jug shape along with it
as the sun passes through the green glass that i carry
_______how every single disc i attempt to throw today
is a wild failure as the wind
tugs our hats off our heads
and hooks into the edges of
the plastic disc as we attempt to toss and catch it

________

although i love the spring peepers
my proximity to them and their almost high pitch
(along with the recent frog addition to the chorus)
prompts me to shut the windows and door
and reminds me of the importance
of earplugs

_______

the red petals of the first tulip
gone wild 
(curling/bending every which way)
in the wind
_______

not quite full yet but still
the silver moonspilll
across everything
(orchard blossoms, metal roofs, the single streak of cloud in sky – you name it)
is stunning

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with every step

lemon and sugar is always a good combinati0n (was it darien or joseph?) says
as they bite into a slice of the dutch baby
still oven-warm in its skillet
this time without pumpkin

_______

smashes all previous records amy goodman says
on democracy now
about a recent report issued by the world meteorological organization
which states unprecedented increases in global temperatures
and rising sea levels
_______
another news brief from amy goodman: the high court in india
has granted human rights to
the ganges and yamuna rivers
_______

how i often don’t like the fruit in pies
but the sweet bursts of peach
from the potluck pie
in all its orange splendor
are perfect
_______
boot smoothie darien calls the vinegar and banana peel combo
in his galoshes
fighting fungus
with every step
_______
d-day  i call it
about the three discs i knocked down
(new personal record)
in one game

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haze of vague

in the dream
i can see patches of veins/capillaries appearing and traveling up my right arm
as it begins going numb
and i’m asking around about getting to the doctor hospital
before the poison makes it
to my heart
and then i also notice
two deep puss-ing punctures
which later are four
spider or snake i wonder
we live in tree forts and there is a tiny bit of rain
falling down and i realize my tree fort bed has no roof
and i think of the quilts
but let it go because it’s been a dry season
first i ask tyler to call
and he ends up cycling through a bunch of different menus and options on the phone
and asking me questions about the right way to do it
at which point i thank him and take the phone and call myself
and then i am in a pub asking some youngish manish stranger (who wears glasses and seems nice)
and he walks away (to go grab a phone, or some other ‘be right back’ kindof situation’ though he never returns)
_______

the bend and sway of trunks and branches
as seen upon waking
through the long rectaingle of loft window
also: sun glowing in
and saturated blue sky
_______
how the gravel road underneath the car tires
is as hard and smooth as concrete
and how when i look in the rearview
i can see tufts of white dust rising
in my wake
_______
the one neon green legwarmer on my right leg at ultimate spring training
because somewhere on my way out the door
i dropped the other one

_______
san diego collection and
ex-lover i say
when cynthia asks about the quilt
draped like a skin over the skeleton
of the drying rack
_______

the snowy-weather-looking haze of vague purples/pinks/grays/blues
along the horizon
at dusk
_______
the orange/red and white whisper of fins/tails circling
in the just-cleaned fish tank
the swimming shimmer so stunning-bright
it almost hurts to behold
_______
kitchen sounds noted at 6:33pm:
the steady small rush of air and crackles coming from the woodstove,
the loudest clock (generic, round, plastic, runs on AA batteries) ticking,
the occasional dog-sigh issuing from jack passed out near the stove,
the movement of ballpoint pen making these marks across paper,
the rooftop whirly gig humming and rattling

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