The itinerant rooster two yards over shows no interest in Easter eggs and does not seem inclined towards bunnies of any kind.
Tend to the wish flowers and john quills before the lawn mower parts arrive with the inevitability of summer.
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T-Minus / Double-Edged Prayer
T-Minus
The morning after the storm
and the rocket launch, the first
I watched since 1986,
I’m drinking coffee and making plans
to roll on home down I-64.
There is always one more
countdown clock, always
another round of system checks
and then, when the time is right,
go.
Double-Edged Prayer
the grass grew in my absence
and still I have to service the mower:
new plug, new air filter,
the double-edged prayer
that pulling the cord will
and will not start the mower
and the summer will come, strangle
the house in tall grass and native weeds
terrifying the neighbors who walk their dogs
in front of my house on the same sidewalk
where the guy next door sells
his widower father’s prescription pain pills
[Daybook 2026 // Spring 4.2-4.3.26
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Observations after dark
Watching lights in the night sky
over Carter County, Kentucky
that do not move like stars.
One could be Venus, illuminated
by the moon. Others sweep
like satellites. My friend wonders
about the light through the trees.
I assume it’s a haint.
[Day book 2026 // Spring 4.1.26]
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