Cricketsong firmly established—one *hzzzh*
    high thick thick high fence.
    Now I hear inside it 8–10 pulses per second,
    high low points of different singers' songs
    intersecting in acidic thrum.
    Some are silent, foraging or breeding
    in my ears     a version of forever.
 

nothing   here is moving
    Stop in the path.
    Sun strikes
    a log through trees.
    Bird: Great news. Great great great—
    Approach page scared
    Pileated woodpecker
    drumming on a dead ash tree.
 

We don’t follow the law of conservation of angular momentum because it’s a law,
    we follow it because we can’t help it
    and we don’t not murder because murder is against the law
    we, we, we, we, we
    murder anyway, we do what we think we have to
    embezzle tort trump property lump.
    I’m my bitch, I’m my
    bitch! I’ll have
    feedback to you ASAP.
 

Wherever I stop, the closest cricket also stops. I am a threat.
    Crouching in tall grass to spot them, in amongst them, still
    can’t see them (see other bugs—wasps spiders flies beetles).
    The sound changes as I turn my head—
    diffuse and angular ringing buzz
    spills over horizon-dam
    surrounding town
 

Stay silent till you know you’re safe, crickets
    till you know the others are safe
 

of course   but whenever possible please be calling to your others

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Dried clover-flower on its stalk
    green center, white-rimmed, thin
    brown wrinkled petals starring out,
    brown hooks pointing in different directions
    at the crimped thin end of each petal.
    A record of expansion.
    Expansion is star-shaped
    if one’s reach is not obstructed.
    Shape of firework, classic
    articulated bloom,
    "operates according to a logic of"
    Spread arms, lie back on grass
 

Went to school in the tree
    I like to xylem and phloem till we
    push a seed out the stem.
    That’s gross.
    Seed gets a message, pollination, "time
    to become a billion
    bigger than you are"
    big bang happens daily.
    Xylem and phloem
    Jailem and drownem
    Kingdom and file 'em
 

Fell asleep. Geese crossed pond. Monde.
    My feet sweating in boots.
    Sun lower, wind rising.
    A gesture, grass upside-down.
    I gesture of
    Dead, tree head in the water
 

Well I don't want any more to get    in translucent
    pond past wet.
 

Red poppies holding the light, someone’s yard.
 

Late cricket shoots light-hyphens from a space-gun
    and the victim day is permanently charged.
 

I’ve had an excellent walk
    Sudden urge to get married
    to the day.
    Get married to my life
    and have a lifely life
    whose isn’t any else I own.
 

Try with and without an us.
    Without an anus
    mouth’s no help.
    But a mouth is helpful.
    Kiss the anus too.
 

December, marching
    to keep warm, heading back.
    I swear I hear crickets,
    dim silvery ringing
    —"snowy crickets"?
    continuous overtone
    fry of
    neural activity/
    blood traffic?
    message
    echoes land-shape.
 

The bitch sleep still curled up in child's pose
    other side electrified fence
 

Mom’s getting a defibrillator
    pen out of juice
    trees no leaves yet
    clumpy gray sky
    upside-down trees in runoff pond
    calm doublings. Sitting on log,
    boots in swamp. Of course
    the leaves in melt puddle
    beech leaves, oak, are soft-silted,
 

funged over, mossed, can’t see
    edges, unshapes
    I could name
    arendt-bloat, farleigh,
    soft-boat, softclaws, mud galaxy,
    smoking clot, feinted burrow. Not
    going to look the same tomorrow.
 

                                                              Pond close to the road gray-green
                                              and the upside-down trees sharp. Hear
    HVAC   cars
              ~exhaust~

                                  the culvert—
                                                          Stream through it.
    

We don’t follow the law of conservation of angular momentum because it’s a law,

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