The snow field behind the house opens fenceless now
to plowed alley.
New survey says the plum's split between us,
on the property line.
Wind's at rest. Saw signs of life in the squirrel's nest.
In a dream, caught a trout about 9" long
and released it.
The trout cooed underwater, ee and oo,
sounds found in all modern languages.
A Cooper's hawk sits in the elm,
range maintained,
hunting deer mice and squirrels.
Hawk and I are sprinters,funnel-focused.
Accidental collisions have injured us.
There are things unaccounted for.
A thrush flush against the window, fell.
Friend tells me she trimmed an old chicken's beak
so she feeds.
We need this Rooster yearwith its dishes of trout and Brunswick stew.
You tell him,
"I've looked at this field for twenty-odd years,
tears me up to see it go. The river's cleaner, though. "
