It announces itself as a rustle in the bushes, as a tug of the hem, as a flash of light in the eye, as
And this shaft of barn door light, the dirt and rock strip between our blue house and the matted lawn of someone else’s, a
It was a long time since my parents tucked me in at night and kissed me. But it was a long time too since
Genus Planaria—tiny flatworms found under rocks in streams and ponds Sunlight glints off two upside-down shiny tin trash can lids and off the water