Saturday, September 02, 2023

summer retreat

every morning I try to learn
it's my  errand  as the  sun goes blind
I become  the  day's drama
the music of birds; the silence of birds

I've hammered desire into 
some general  theory of dispossession
shredding the faces of flowers
until they become a synonym of before

It is a question of attention
an experiment to re-turn these directions
to trust--quick--desire as true
pause as I pour more love into the world
Pic: Max discovers the hideout of Kylo, the black squirrel who regularly taunts the puppies. There's a train behind the tree-line too.


NGS said...

We have a lot of squirrels in our neighborhood, but one of them has a redder tail than the others and it constantly taunts the dog by climbing up a tree or electric pole to chitter at the dog. Frenemies, I think.

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Gillian said...


maya said...

NGS--I think of our backyard creatures as the puppies' social circle--some are friends and some are definitely frenemies :)

maya said...

Thanks, Gillian!

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