BARE DIRT

With no puddles or streams
to wade, the Great Blue Herons
frozen in pastures wait

for movement of earth like
sentries over gopher mounds
all summer long. A Harris’s Hawk

claims a rock among a million
cow chips daring a squirrel
to make a living outside

his burrow. Everyone grounded,
we crave ascension—to leave
in a haze or rise with the dust.

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