A thin bead curtain hangs from the walnut tree: tiny tussock moth caterpillars, curled tight as question marks, rappelling down to the road.
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Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
A thin bead curtain hangs from the walnut tree: tiny tussock moth caterpillars, curled tight as question marks, rappelling down to the road.
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In Response to “Night Heron, Ascending”
I used to ride the bus for hours
just to watch the herons stalk
like specters around the marsh,
too subtle for the Southern California
flash of blue, hills tucked
into fissured earth like a comforter.
No wonder you likened them to poems,
these avian philosophers.
They ponder tiny movements
beneath the surface, where the stingrays school.
Herons, egrets, curved-beak curlews
sipping mud on the banks
all show me how to pay attention.