I live under a stone now. You wonder, how
can that be; the merchants all loved me.
Split wood is stacked beside the barn.
Chickadees land on my fingertips, feed
from my hand. When the tide’s in, mergansers
and mallards gather in the marsh. Bald eagles
nest in the white pine. Our property’s small
but I belong to all that surrounds me.
At night, barred owls call. Getting out of bed
I stand by the window and listen.
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