This entry is part 44 of 91 in the series Toward Noon: 3verses


Each time I go out,
I interrupt something: a hawk’s meal,
a groundhog’s courtship.

I make an offering
of my gray hair—a fine
nesting material—

toss the cuttings out
onto the snow. The warm wind
blows them right back.

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