remember how bright it is,
the old rabbitbush by the hall light?
one of the blackberry vines has
reached all the way to the clothesline.
there isn't any way to keep
the kitchen window from tapping.
the tea kettle had one of its meditative
spells yesterday.
i am thinking again of that old
plan - breakfast first, then the newspaper.
they say maybe they won't have
that big war this year after all.
a frog is living under the
back step.
~ william stafford
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