it's dark between midnight and three
and then the birds
wake up
today i slowly spun as
an aerobatic swallow
flew circles around me
the newly turned up grass
harbored some tidbits
which the swallow
caught on the wing
the linden trees
begin to yield
their delicate
efflorescence
i write less now than ever
but it is still too much
sometimes the boys are
angels, like yesterday
primo counseling me to
face my fears
as i considered plunging into
the pool below
the waterfall
and then he navigated
us back to our campsite
where secundo
as bald eagle
devoured a salmon
and my husband fed the fire
with dried cedar shakes
incence
when i worry, there's no one
actually driving the bus
i've left the wheel
in search of trouble
no wonder it feels scary
and sometimes i lose my cool
with their eternal bickering
is it just what puppies do?
when they leave
i worry that the cord is severed
and then in only a few hours
i make a breakthrough
that changes my life
there's a difference
between feeling my emotions
and letting them run my show
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