I pick the last of the blueberries
the robin missed
Friday, January 31, 2014
And
on the 150th day the plumber said, "Let there be water," and there was
water. And the plumber saw the water was good. And the plumber said
"Let the water run from the bathroom sink." And it was so. And the
plumber separated the check from our checkbook. And on the 150th day,
the bathroom was finished. Hallelujah!
treating my scarred hand remembering when my grandmother would burn herself while cooking her burns took so long to heal and left deep dry purple scars I notice the same on mine
The new telephone pole is light and smooth. The old telephone pole, dark and full of holes, leans a little to the left. In the darkness of the storm the wet poles are all the same.
after the winter storm -- the scrape of shovels on the sidewalk the whir of stuck tires in the snow bank the bang of a sparrow into the glass door the silent stealth of the cat
The house sparrow clings tightly as the winter gale lashes at the thin branch. Her feathers ruffle in a hundred directions as she waits - patient until for just one brief moment the wind subsides and she preens herself.