Mid-March Monday


chickadees singing love songs in stereo
one to my left, one to my right
the lake below is frozen, yet blue
Lola sniffs at last autumn’s leaves
the ground melts to soft mud
moisture wicked up by the wind

the dog wet and dirty, we depart
head south for our errand
tractor tire mud on the road
a fresh-plowed field, black soil

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