The rabid stipple of
squirrels painting with their fingernails
the scrabble tiles of last years nuts
the rapid barber pole spin of
water in quivering pipes:
O Spring! Is it left to me
the last of your servants
to announce your coming?
in response to this Morning Porch post
Seems like much scrabbling around in this dark this year, this spring.
ReplyDeleteYes, you can hear it, like a car that won't start in a pre-dawn driveway, but its engine just won't turn over.
ReplyDeleteI read your 'About Me' section for the first time and enjoyed it much. And enjoyed the varied resume, including the shout-out to dishwashing.
ReplyDeleteHey, thanks Evan! And Elizabeth! How nice to see you both. Like sighting comets :-)
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