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JULY EVENING

Four-thirty and it’s cooled down

from 115—black cows are leaving

sycamore shade for the water trough,

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plodding several hundred yards of hard clay

and short blond fuzz to drink,

not like last night’s forceful mob,

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but one-by-one, the order established

over years of living together—uphill 

two hundred more to shady Blue Oaks

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to gather and decide which way to go.

The heat has slowed their rhythm

only slightly, they are bound to graze

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what’s left on the slopes behind us:

take the steep trail to the top of the ridge

or the long pull only part-way to the sky.

LEARNING TO LIVE WITH HUMANS

 

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One hundred ten degrees,
a kestrel lights where water sprays
the onion bed and bathes—

then soon its mate,
or so it seems at a distance
in the fuzzy heat.

Now in the morning black
my desk lamp brings
gnats to the window glass,

and tree frogs on a slick,
perpendicular hunt, vying
for positioning, carefully

lifting one foot at a time.
I imagine now the herd
of tree frogs seeking cover

at the kestrels’ landing,
great hops into the thick
onion stems and berry vines

dripping with wonder:
new habits on a timer
every summer evening at six.