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First warm day
First warm day.
I sit in the shade closing one eye
then the other.
This phoebeing—
even the pants on the line
seem to get the rhythm.
Vicious groundhog fight.
The victor stands still & lets the flies
land on his face.
Fur in the air—
the cattails
are shedding.
As slow as spring
on the half-naked dead elm,
a fox squirrel’s tail.
The vulture’s shadow