Chain saws are roaring next door, and my nervous system feels the whirr and the roar, so today’s words circulate unable to land, unable to bond and form a band.

My Ditty for Today

I vowed to post every day 

But in this moment I’ve nothing to say 

The moon last night was almost half

Thoughts like glaciers drop and calf

Mind spins round like a centrifuge

Separating words 

from my hue-gathering 


An oak in my yard waves

legs in the air

head rooted, imbibe

all moments with care 

burrowing thought as legs wave in the air

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