The fine line of wakefulness melts into the fog of clarity, with squirrel scratching noises as they roam the redwood above me
And I scan with crusty eyes the lawn stretching with morning motions, tandem cycle cog
I do my part, the world its own. A loose dog at 5 am with a master who screams no as it acts like an offleashdog
Whodathunkit, upside up, branches root for me to rise,
Sleeping on a sprinkler head that pops up prairie dog at 1:25 am, and I wetnurse my hosting tree with a pool around their hairy trunk
Coons hiss and tangle, I follow one with my flashlight as they glare down from halfup a big fir
That occurred a few back, as I dwell prolongedly on the same spot for nearayear
Gladly kept company by the crow herds and endless dogshow and pleasant humans lackadaisical for the moment
This poem isn't to disagree, parched for 4 months the first rain fell at falls onset my fiddle the fine line resolves
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