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- absence of light
varied dawns
my panorama view across the valley
to the west hills affords me dawns
so varied, dull gray and vivid gold
and each gives me pause to be grateful
moments with JPM
memories and gratitude
fill me in her presence
as she remembers my storyline
from nearly a decade before
and waves away my thanks
for teaching how to lead
a writing group
california quail ‘hurrah’
chubby flock overwhelm my bird feeder
two california quail lift heavily to the second story
of plant- and bird-feeder, settling broad girth amid the seed
spilling hulls and seed on nasturtiums, stand and porch floor below
i’ve never heard a california quail ‘hurrah’
but the enthusiastic waggle of question marks above their foreheads
must have conveyed other mothers’ and chubby half-dozen offspring’
gratitude for the quailfall