wind in the garden —
the summer air we longed for
finally coming through

front yard bunnies
seeming to double
by the hour

each drop sounding
as if it has been placed —
thin rain in the drought

wrapped in wonder —
we put up another string
of tiny lights

low tide —
a tiny plover's first rush
to the ocean

all I could think was
your mama's gonna be mad —
young fawn out walking

we lift Rosie up
to smell the wisteria —
once we were lifted

transplanted redbud —
nearly visible energy 
leaving the body

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