June 11th 2017

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····hot—the first crickets’ beating
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The days will soon grow shorter, though the sun will heat us steadily into August and September. The eagerness of the grass already subsides. Despite the wet spring, two days of a the midday sun has burned the soil and set the leaves crackling in the air like little knives.
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June 7th 2017

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atop
····a groundhog’s corpse—the crow
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Our first beautiful day in a long stretch, How different this spring than last, when 80 and 90 degree days started in May and didn’t let up until mid-August. Late spring was dry and hot; this year I’ve had to a wear a winter’s coat in the mornings.
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June 4th 2017

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late
····spring—the girl’s yellow pigtails turning
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Now comes that time of year when the sky is like a mosaic of blue, multi-layered clouds. The smell of rain rinses the air. Thunder threatens. Leaves lift their white undersides. Rain riddles the warm roads before the sun comes again and the thunder recedes.
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·blue,