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A pair of red breasted nuthatches are nesting in
the bird box. My daughter has done spring yard work
and all is gleaming, growing, feels for this one
moment like a world in order. Strange how a raked
yard, hints of green plants, a few tiny feather
bundles, two kittens becoming cats, can buoy the
spirit. Soon, with friends, I'll be walking Utah's
ancient sandstone swirls reading letters cast into
the literary sea, like the one by Matthew Arnold.
He tempts me to agree that the world's mainly a
mess.
Still, I leave this Wed to enjoy places that will
trick me into thinking all's well.
yesterday's ocean now sandstone-
a river of sand flows
to the sea
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