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Breakfast with a Mourning Cloak

During our breakfast on the back porch this morning, a Mourning Cloak alighted on the Silver Maple to bask in the sun. The is the first butterfly we have seen since last year. The Mourning Cloak (Nymphalis Antiopa, 1758 by … Continue reading

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“Water Picture” by May Swenson

In the pond in the park all things are doubled: Long buildings hang and wriggle gently. Chimneys are bent legs bouncing on clouds below. A flag wags like a fishhook down there in the sky. The arched stone bridge is … Continue reading

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“Feel Me” by May Swenson

“Feel me to do right,” our father said on his deathbed. We did not quite know—in fact, not at all—what he meant. His last whisper was spent as through a slot in a wall. He left us a key, but … Continue reading

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Analysis of Baseball by May Swenson

It’s about the ball, the bat, and the mitt. Ball hits bat, or it hits mitt. Bat doesn’t hit ball, bat meets it. Ball bounces off bat, flies air, or thuds ground (dud) or it fits mitt. Bat waits for … Continue reading

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