A song sparrow sings the last notes from the "Lucy" show song
while a mated pair of cardinals darts tree to tree.
Used canoes in a pileup at the sunken South Bridge Boat House:
great deals the rough lettering calls out.
Then I'm picturing the car under the weight of a faded red Old Town canoe -
all things being possible
at last as the train passes a child on the platform covering his ears at the rumble.
There are places we can go, under a grayish mackerel sky.
Heading out through the forest and under the overpass
and the crowns of the edging pine trees
reflecting so darkly at the pond rim. We're sketching out a life here: conditions, good.
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