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A half-grown groundhog —
“Wait while I get the camera,” I say,
& it does.
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Recognized by its glide,
the first monarch butterfly
back from the south.
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In the air-conditioned mall,
the plastic flowers are safe
from the blistering heat.
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Drinking from a tap
in the base of an old elm,
a Penn State squirrel.
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I run into someone
I first met 17 years ago,
in cicada time.
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So good, I don’t want to finish it:
fresh strawberries sliced
into stewed rhubarb.
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Inside the package
stamped “Royal Mail,”
a book of small stones.
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Driving the tractor into the woods,
mountain laurel blooming
above the roar.
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Back from mowing,
I find a ground beetle trapped
in the kitchen sink.
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A game in a dream:
no one knows the rules, or how to win.
I wake to heat lightning.
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For another view of the half-grown groundhog, see here.