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Sundown the manure smell crusts hard over my car and Danny in his and Johnny Angel with his pickup, all three of

God, i’m thankful for the dew on the grass. for the praying mantis hidden there. for the hungry bird gathering the green

Flinch finally, the moths have left for the mountains. I watch horses being led from a fire. I feel made of driftwood.

Mother Goose Revisited At the corner of the bricked-in lane, / she speaks to us through a vine-covered fence / in the

In Case of Drought Call for spring. Conjure winter’s end. Bandage limbs cracked or stunted by wind or worry. Pray for bees,