gathered february 12-20/01
only by its distant sound a woodpecker
after a naked shower i double and triple my clothes again
the intensity of troubles swept away each bud of spring
home from the garden i've forgotten the garden haiku
frozen ground fan mail from a male i don't know
though still out of luck a missing green sock in plain sight
we listen to 'exotic' music from india not heard by mothers of the hungry
a warmer day i wander about with deer prints
i's not dotted and t's not crossed daffodils poke through
tiresome hours away i snuggle back into the hills
little pond frogs have gone fuckin' crazy
rough hands from the earth a small butterfly which needs no name
finally in one of the bare trees a nuthatch meets its voice
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