In black cherry time

A caterpillar climbs my trouser leg in search of leaves, green tube on a gray tube; bluebottle flies copulate on my knee… this is what happens as soon as I stop walking, my daily habit: I become habitat. Mosquitoes and ticks belly up to the bar. The first deer fly of spring comes singing her low drone note into my pelt.

distant thunder—
fine white petals float down
from the black cherry

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