I amble the beach as waves fall and rise and fall again. The wind whips at my down jacket and shifts the sand dunes across a worn pebble path we walked as children. I haven’t been back since her wake but find myself at her favorite dock.
guy rope
her hand steadies
my heartbeat
It’s a three-mile hike to the first entomology site; dawn peaks through the mangrove canopy. A swarm of drywood termites flanks a long-fallen log near the walkway. I jot a quick location note as a faint ocean breeze creaks the branches curving over our bridge like ibis beaks.
summer sunrise
a frog croaks
in the heat
Spring blooms azaleas, crocuses, and snowdrops. The moon rises and sets and rises again. A fox kit scampers off for the first time.
Later, I reconnect with old friends at the lake cabin bonfire.
rosebud the prick of passing time
I travel
prune last
my year’s
friend daisies
list bloom
post-election howling at the moon again
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