The day begins with a speckled fawn
in the swale;
and then, five swallows —
one of them fledged from your hand.
Toward noon, a whipsnake,
black-&-yellow ribbon in a half-tied bow
untying slick as foxtails.
At evening through an open window,
myotis maps this undiscovered
continent – our house – sailing
the aether and the nether regions.
Lock nothing, open every door
and window, leave yourself
free dreaming.
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