March 3

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Slow day into
slow night

the sun never
really did settle

on a weather pattern
and in the garden

under the hooped row
half open for venting

some cat’s paws
have punctuated

the soil this all
a song of passage

it comes from inside
this very house

percussive
in its settling

too percussive
too insistent

I went out to take
a good look

at the chimney
and startled

the flicker there
it flickered away

the feathers on
its under-wing

as pink
as any sunset

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