a moon’s mouth curves
to swallow a bright planet
a raptor’s (& an owl's) face curves
to capture sound
a locust chewing a leaf
this is the end
almost, of my 72nd year
what use this lingering?
beginning yet another garden
tearing out, snugging in
the cat’s ears swivel with listening
heron grates from its nest
ten days since solstice passed
days are eleven minutes longer
it would be dark
were human lights not blazing
back when dark was safe
Thoreau's neighbors
were not surprised to find him
out walking before the sun
& after midnight, all he owned
were his eyes, his ears, his nose
from the "Solitude" chapter of Walden
by Henry David Thoreau:
What sort of space is that which separates a man from his fellows and makes him solitary? I have found that no exertion of the legs can bring two minds much nearer to one another.
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