while raking leaves birds dart from perch to feed sprite and feathered Mid-November centered in my work the earth is cold yet busy with occupation mouse darting along the house’s foundation highway kicking up force pause for place, eyes closed I hear white raging water, motorized three more large wet piles waiting filling these bags so dense the leaves break out moving the worms expose in the process to the garden apologizing, and letting my body warm theirs we share this soil a bowing 737 conscious of arrival passes overhead less than two miles from landing air carrying presence… we share this sky streaked with direction amongst all this motion I stand centered
like our maple that holds this ground down
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