As I leave for my twenty-fourth summer at Appel Farm Arts Camp, I leave my beloved Yerry Hill Road for two months. See you again at the end of August.
Cars swish through grayness;
Stella meows for more food.
I open the door.
A shadowless day;
Woodpecker thrums hollowly;
Hens cluck and complain.
Still is the water;
Subdued are the birds' chirps;
Thick is the blank sky.
Firewood in June;
Piled there since last Autumn.
So much has happened.
Last Yerry Hill walk
Until the end of summer--
Galaxies from now.
Decomposing log
Births a thousand new plants--
Reincarnation.
A car blinks its lights;
A mechanical hello;
Still makes me feel good.
A single deer fly;
Buzzing! Swirling! In! Around!
Can drive me crazy.
Loping down the road
Taking his very sweet time:
A giant black bear.
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