This entry is part 69 of 91 in the series Toward Noon: 3verses


Just after your departure,
I find half a hummingbird nest
and an old broken crock.

The sun comes out.
A fly circles the lip
of a purple crocus.

The kestrel hunting meadow voles
keeps returning
to the same electric line.

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