While organizing books, I rediscover two small field guides, Track Finder: a guide to mammal tracks of eastern North America and Constellation Finder: a
The x-ray scans for lesions spelling cancer on the ribs. You’re at a hospital 1,200 miles away and night’s played its last encore. I’m
we have almost finished our time here. the drear— rain and fog and general slate- gray-ness of it all—is past having gotten to me.
You will plant fennel & dill in sleeves of concrete & soil; onions & garlic in wormy pockets packed with straw. When cherry blossoms