Blind cat doesn’t know
it’s too early
to go
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I’m pretty much sucking at this.
So many fly under false notions
yet Crow’s tail feather breaks
then splits
against a sliver of blue sky.
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Still casting back to Carolee’s line, “the false notion.”
I saw this for the first time, a few days ago. Crow flew in the fir, and his tail spread against air, leaving a glimmer as he sat. It was lovely. And usual, for those with just the right perspective.
Two, crows. Actually.
Stalks follow the sun
before the bloom
Unseeing eyes point
ears to rustles
Black soil still warm
shadows a slant touch
Lowing roars pursue
a twilight plane
Shaped like a star
time boomerangs
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And this (forward & back) casts to Carolee’s sunflowers, along with tonight’s landscape.
I didn’t know stalks & leaves did that, either.
she says it’s not the light that bothers her
but the whirring clicks that picture
her grey matter, spotted
signs she is well
on her way
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My mother had an MRI today to try to access the condition of her brain & count how many mini-strokes she might have had. Her biggest fear is a major stroke. I imagine it is all our fears.