both peepers and pippins
and the crickets in the
full moon rhythmic pulse behind
a crisp lyric dancing
with the wind in the leaves
i scatter almonds to the
flock of grouse
interrupted
on the lane-way
to this spring's firewood
elements
touching
i return to the quartz floods
and linseed, damar and turpentine
to paint the scream
this morning the blackbirds
congregated in the tree tops
"the scream" 48 x 66 in. ... as the past rushes past
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