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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Ecology, Humanity, Me, & Tea A fox at the altar. Bee nests to seek before light. A rabbit where the fox’d trot. (Foxes have only ever trot. Perhaps fast, or nimbly, or slow - they do not walk. They do not run.) Morning flies... And the sun is slow to rise. The clouds are only a smidge more awake than I. Sleep-rolling by. A duck flies, no tumbles, no whazzles past. No more gainly than when waddling on sod. Morning hawks take to the barest of first updrafts; rising like mists on the lake where dragonflys slowly flex their diaphanous gemstone wings. The ones who keep as captor the rainbows from the last day’s thunderstorm. A frog {Maybe toad. [Probably frog.]} somewhere in the pottery. Awaiting the repottery of potted plants, themselves awaiting the heat of day and breeze’s gift of sway. Hiding in the repository of pottery; perhaps in rainwater held in temporary reservoir - a feast for frog, a womb for gnats...this believing squeak-croaking, near-whistling frog calls out in love - or something very much like it. From the dark. Not near at all to kindred souls. At even the odd hours I hear it call. Her call? His call? The call we all...make. Know. Offer. Await. The barn cat, asleep, misses it all. And misses none of it. Soon he sidles up. In need of scritches and time with. The tea cools, the leaves unfurl. The tannins dye. The world wakes. The lupine at the altar try their hand at purple. No goose today. The sibling blue pines put one in minds... of poetry. And work awaiting.
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