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sunshine breaking through —we yell to each otherover the cicadas
a long day of rain —sodden earth underfoot every step a test
all day, moving mud —from the back garden to my bootsand onto the steps
one last catbirdsinging well after sunset —still missing a mate
hitchhikers —cicadas accidentallytraveling the world
a warm spring rainstops and then starts again —irises giving thanks
we cheer it onlike a winning team —nearly full moon
home renovations —blue jays choose our chimneyfor this season's nest
empty now but still somehow holding fast —cicada shells
cut across the fieldswear a path with me —summer is this way
jubilation —next door's new grandfathersays the baby's name
back on tour
on the strength of their old hits —
Brood X
moonless night —new wisteria tendrilsfeeling their way
as if we'd planned it —meeting a mountain laurelhalfway up the slope
watching the roadto see it darken with rain —morning thunderstorm
our hikers' nicknameseight hundred miles later —their origin stories
traveling south —we see the magnoliablossom one more time
purple verbena —leaving each plantsome room to grow
racing to the peakjust in time for sunset —Bluff Mountain
homemade kites —how long can we stayconnected to the sky?
just-unfurled leavesand the sound of rain on them —praise song
late spring afternoons —how far away the clouds seemwhen the sun shines!
Mother's Day dinner —absent children still the starsof every story
racing the rainwe work to cover the roots of each new plant
the sound of the creekpresent before we see it —running on ahead
stems and stalks —the year reaching upfor the sun
hills behind the hills —my grandfather as a boyplanning his escape
cool air announcingthe leading edge of rain —I reach for her hand
small break in the rain —a thrush fills the woodsto the brim with song
today's only shadow —we discover the robinhas abandoned her nest
lingering moon —somehow still following uslong after daybreak