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Thursday, June 25, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Spring by Mary Oliver
Spring
I lift my face to the pale flowers
of the rain. They're soft as linen,
clean as holy water. Meanwhile
my dog runs off, noses down packed leaves
into damp, mysterious tunnels.
He says the smells are rising now
stiff and lively; he says the beasts
are waking up now full of oil,
sleep sweat, tag-ends of dreams. The rain
rubs its shining hands all over me.
My dog returns and barks fiercely, he says
each secret body is the richest advisor,
deep in the black earth such fuming
nuggets of joy!
Mary Oliver
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Samson's first day at Creekside Daycare
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
STAY SAFE OUT THERE
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Of Bats and Men
Cabin Mate
He moved from the boathouse across the cove
after the leaf blower incident several summers ago.
He was young and scrawny then -
a bit excitable, as bats tend to be.
Big and handsome now, with a wingspan of ten inches,
he wakes while the sun is setting over the mountains.
His wings, wrapped like a cocoon around him as he slept,
slap the wood his claws scratch.
At afterglow he joins the swarm of bats
streaming out of eaves, attic vents and trees
to songs of bullfrogs, loons and drunken humans.
I watch them dance in the dusk by the thousands
Feasting on mosquitoes;
diving to scoop water from the cove with their mouths.
I wonder if it is he fluttering by my ear -
showing off, maybe.
At dawn
he takes a few laps around the cabin
to pick off any stray mosquitoes, and wake me for the morning,
before retiring to his crack above the door.
Joe Elcock
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