plumber

the water needs to stop
to start again later
finding the old pipes
new spigots in a few

foghorn leghorn

now see hear now sea here
morning catches the fog
unawares the horns blare
shaken awake scared
 

water cycles

brilliant is the emerald pond
the trees gather around

bustling shiners zipping
rippling up the surface
after the millers and mayflies
spring bugs emerged now back
for a last dip

nets and lines

the spider files the still night
under the heading of right
lines tense and slack
and as the trees grow
we all wait for the midges
to tell us their hum

a patient loom

on longest legs and toes
the heron poses

a theorem on bones

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meandering down dark paths
the acorns gather sharp clinging
at each step a breath
grasses bushes sigh
little ones brush aside
stars millions of miles
light infinitely binds

notes on a slow spring

these are the latest bloomers
some last daffodils still keen
green hinting on melancholy
the spring is long to go
ages ago where april showers
may is truculent and hedged
on hours lost on snow on frost 

bunnies

accross the road
over one another
the rabbits jump
or hop whichever
terminology is vogue
feet to ear ratio
the first prime
essential divisor
leaving carrots
for their incisors

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the table invites
an elbow
sharp and red
having bends
both are this way
being terminus
emblems lesser things

there a prop for a chin
inclined to heed
the sinking sun
and the stink of blood
now a dried stream
sticking two finger
together

may one

half a minute of snow
half way through may
have many questions
half of which
have no answer

gone out to seed

the hand casts grass
the rake takes time
to hack at the firmament
littler merchants tossed
selling whats greener
this side of the fence

swallaws

with clouds above them
even with the moon
so far they swoop