. . . . realize that I am late. I am going to need more time, at least a week. After that, I will be back and set it all right.”. . . .
n this fading comes regeneration
(even the most robust things must sleep)
so the trees light up with celebration
while within the soil their roots stretch out deep. . . .
The song of the morning
is a lot of ecstatic tweets,
high pitched messages,
and low slung motor grindings