Book of Days
BOOK OF DAYS: A POET AND NATURALIST TRIES TO FIND POETRY IN EVERY DAY
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August 28: Late August
Kristen Lindquist
On the way home
I pick up corn on the cob
and barely budding mums.
August 27: Cicada
Kristen Lindquist
Backyard, late summer--
learning a new kind of music
from cicadas.
August 26: Night out
Kristen Lindquist
Good pizza downtown.
We walk home in the dark
in view of Mars, Saturn.
August 25: At the baseball game
Kristen Lindquist
Under the ballpark lights
a single white moth
flutters through the infield.
August 24: Paper thin
Kristen Lindquist
Our cat chases a moth
around the backyard.
The heart is that fragile.
August 23: Solace of crickets
Kristen Lindquist
awake early
even with earplugs in
soothing chorus of crickets
August 22: Prey
Kristen Lindquist
Shrew in the cat's mouth
has such a cute little tail.
We let it escape.
August 21: Overheard
Kristen Lindquist
We can only hear it--
osprey keening in the fog
far from its nest.
August 20: Berry-picking
Kristen Lindquist
August 19: Late season
Kristen Lindquist
No more birdsong
up on the mountain,
just one whining vireo.

