full moon rising at dusk.
the old cardinal
lands on a branch
with buds like tiny clocks
pushing everything forward.
a congregation of lightening
is growing in the west.
today in the garden
my daughter held worms for the first time
like a giant
fumbling with curiosity
while wrestling with the instruction
to be gentle.
the feeling
of compassion.
it is spring.
rumble rumble.
my prairie chest
is storming across the roll
is rolling across the stumble
is roaring about the reeds
is snoring around humble
Rumble Rumble.
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