Sunday, January 4, 2026

cancer full moon

IN THE NIGHT'S WATER BELLY


Thistle in the dog's wet hair. Juncos hover

like milkweed, fiber everywhere

for the nest making. They came for 

her tugged up tufts. Birds are god's best loved

thing. With a name like Titmouse or Chickadee. 


I want to prove that the bright heart of summer once happened. 

I want to prove it will happen again. 



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