We had a gully washer.

Dried silt spilt out,

Rorschach 
on the driveway. 

It’s the way things go

I try to tell the finch

who is giving me 
side-eye. 



Why we lay 
foundations

and not eggs 
is beyond her–

I make a play
 on 

laying an egg

but it’s over 
her head 
and then
 she’s over mine,

my concerns
 about structural

integrity being far 
beneath her.

That said, 
I’ve seen a lot 

more rabbits 
out in the open
darting for higher 
ground
as best 
they can, 



cute pom 
pom tail
masking 
the fact 
that 
they are just

anxiety with fur

(and somewhat closer
to us taxonomically.)

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