This afternoon I gathered milkweed from the meadows for the next round of foster-monarchs. We have hatched four so far, seven are in chrysalis, two caterpillars remain motoring their way through piles of leaves and we have at least one egg which with any luck will yield another. Somebody please stage an intervention if I am heard to observe that the stars resemble God's daisy chain.
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- 1: Ne 'z in ket da gorolliñ
- 2: My old body that you buried with the mud and the timber
- 3: I might fail math if you don't move your shoulder
- 4: With life and so much loss, time has weighted us
- 5: Out in space, coast to coast
- 6: Like a sprig of yarrow caught in the dark
- 7: The moon still rises on everybody else
- 8: To the green field by the sea
- 9: Eating cereal, remembering the sky
- 10: We'll tell you of a blossom and of buds on every tree
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