Front Yard

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I level the stone 
with my bare toe 
ready for pitching 
at a glassy escape

Across the street 
runs a squirrel 
gray in color and experience

Turning the trees 
in time marked perimeters 
to geo-locate a lost meal

But I step too hard 
crushing the wooded soil underneath 
creating a stir 
too noxious for a creature.

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