MORNING AND EVENING

A solitary cricket sits on a blade of grass watching the sun rise in a dewdrop.

Chickadees explode from the sassafras tree!

The sharp roots of a willow pierce the river’s side.

In the kitchen her knife blade cuts in half a cicada’s song.

I walk to the car grinding the glitter of the first stars under my heels.

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