I watched the wings of a great blue
heron scoop two half moons of air
spindly legs and extra-large feet
trailing
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does anyone else remember
lilacs on warm spring afternoons
filled with the scent of purple blooms
and the sweet sip of their nectar
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I swear the river breathes deep just
before it rolls over the dam
for I can see its exhaled breath
lingering in the air
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sometimes we can read history
in the land such as how a row
of sycamores mark the outline
for an old corduroy road
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May’s new leaves on short tethered stems
don’t blow in canopied rows like
their summertime selves but flicker
and quake in the cold breezy light
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I wish I were standing wind blown
shoes in one hand toes buried deep
lost in that distance of cool blue
sky and soft grey sea
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have you noticed how the lowest
notes drawn from a cello always
soothe a worried soul just the same
as ocean waves against a shore
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my Lab Mackie hates the meter
reader each month that vile scheming
electric checker trespasses
wearing postal blue
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it’s May but the weather blows straight
from cold spiteful March provoking
the crabapple trees to mutter
harsh words to the wind
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I watched a man in a mart halt
his cart transformed by memory
or anticipation purchase five
super soaker blasters
the crafty sisters 