stuff with words

Poem to techno, from a bike, in a rainstorm

It's early spring in a downpour;
I'm listening to wild loud music with the slider
wide open, riding a bike as hard as I can,
in my kitchen. Staring through the steamy window
at a sodden bluejay who is desperately scarfing
wide mouthfuls of golden grain---
all around, the watercourses drink the rain,
and give back joy in their outbreath
while the forest glows in soft green light.


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NaPoWriMo tomorrow, all.
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Consider this one insurance if I miss a day!

Derzhava in the garden

Some pictures of the young hound.


( a hound in the garden )