We have
hands
somnambulism
dispelled rumors
benign tumors.
We haven't
John Clare's yew
or John Clare's Mary.
We have shrugging pines,
bees, still quite a few,
and a sage, called clary.
We have rosy maple moths.
We have
seagulls,
terns turning,
prairies burning,
the orenda, and hosho,
but no
sloths,
no matter who calls you that.
