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\"10292017<\/a>1<\/span><\/p>\n

New York Pause<\/p>\n

Red on red a cardinal<\/p>\n

flies into the red maple<\/p>\n

stop sign red signals<\/p>\n

STOP!\u00a0 I am stress tsunami<\/p>\n

down, red on red stopped<\/p>\n

summon ancient forces:<\/p>\n

baby, fire, cannon,<\/p>\n

crocodile breath, OM.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 A sigh<\/p>\n

all I can manage.<\/p>\n

2<\/p>\n

Social Distance<\/p>\n

Birds have their own protocol.<\/p>\n

Thrush, lark, wren\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 distance.<\/p>\n

Geese fly spaced, each wing’s<\/p>\n

up-flow helps a neighbor.\u00a0 Can<\/p>\n

humans grace distance?<\/p>\n

3<\/p>\n

Move it<\/p>\n

Rocks seem to sit.\u00a0 Frost<\/p>\n

heave, incessant rain, they’re off<\/p>\n

in a new direction.\u00a0 Clang,<\/p>\n

my shovel hits a<\/p>\n

hunk of granite!\u00a0 You mustn’t<\/p>\n

interfere with rosebush roots.<\/p>\n

4<\/p>\n

And Now<\/p>\n

Glorious day today after<\/p>\n

rain’s drench.\u00a0 Suncrisp, cleansed air.<\/p>\n

Soaked soil squelches mud,<\/p>\n

obliterates foot fall and<\/p>\n

mosses delicate fruit.<\/p>\n

<\/h6>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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