Notes from April

Through me life,

I in currents

Of wind and water

Sometimes submerged

Settling into patterns

Of searching

Repeating steps

 

Through forest into suburbs

At the park on High street,

Dazed students dapple the lawn,

Crows mingle, snatch tidbits

With glittering miser’s eye launch

Into the just greening trees.

 

All these human lives keeping

Track of minutes, repetitions,

Fish caught,

inches, shot gun gauge 10 [ten]

the weight of ink added to the weight of paper.

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