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long after darkwe hear the first calls of birdswe haven't seen yet
steadfast moonwatching for a momentto shine down through clouds
after the storma rainbowand another storm
fireflies getting inone last round of matchmakingbefore the thunder
a doe and her fawnsthen the fox along the lake —everyone's out tonight
half a moonand not one star falling —we rethink our wishes
a little riverwhere the sidewalkused to be
my eyes work hardto make sense of the dark —shadows become deer
fledgling catbirdssweetly waiting their turnat the birdbath
barefoot days and nights without blankets —summer sweet spot
a robin flies overjust as I look up —red at the speed of thought
late night mothsbouncing off my window screen —she ignores my texts
"are you together?"we welcome another chanceto smile and say yes
all the way homedeer at the edge of the roadshoping we're gone now
when the fox comes closestanding quietly alertyou'll want a witness
crossword solving —Vacation Bible Schoolcomes through at last
welcoming committee —azaleas crowd our front walkin anticipation
too wound up for sleeptoo late for anything else —I start the page over
we walked and talkeduntil our feet knew the way —the start of a path
an ocean of starsjust past the curve of the Earth —hiding from the sun
a volleyball netand dew spinning off the ball —early morning game
my Native studentsbring indigeneityinto the present
incessant sparrows —I lie awake wonderingcan I unsubscribe?
a turtle climbsover another turtlefor the sunny spot
each person I meet —a teacher or a seekerof something I can teach
morning sunshineshowing just how translucentbunnies' ears can be
summer bliss —fingers sticky with ice creamthat dripped too fast
grandpa's old car —we leave a mechanical pencilfpr the next owner
trying to be seendespite the fireworks —lightning bugs
two parents of queer kidsasking for reassurance —can we keep them safe?
new calendar page —the fawns' spindly legsseem steadier now