rain
finally rescues the woods
dampness
will try & carry on for weeks
ponderosa
have a knack for spacing themselves
but
there are no ponderosa in these parts
everyone's
an orphan
the
trails will dry up with a hundred feet
deer
hooves trail off
when
you're not paying attention
i've
been guilty more than once
for
wearing blinders
woodpecker
beats between raindrops
a
hollow lonely call & answer
i've
been waiting with my ear on the ridge
---
e b bortz
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