that clean squeaky air / the morning after a thunderstorm / running fast and flooding streets built through former backwaters / July sweet July / it sings its song / I wait for the next note
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Saturday before Mother’s Day
Today I will work on the grass and gardening and petty, necessary home repairs, pondering the nature of subversiveness.
Days 2025: Spring (87)
The river is diesel soot dream
it fills the cracks and crannies
erases fingerprints, makes you
a non-person to the counting
of electronic time clocks.