(April 23, 2019)


tides and time count the passage*

of sun through new leaves

*(Reclining in the now-sober hammock under the now-fully budded and leafed tree my napping eyes count passages of the Spring – but pretending Summer – sun through the limbs and leaves, the book marked and folded on a nearby high table and the last cold beer still sweating in its cooler-wrap though I know it’s past drained. I call that feeding the ‘skeeters.)

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