honeysuckle. it's blooming. I never would have imagined when i came here that honeysuckle would bloom and under it's shadowed strong woody stems worms weave worlds and worlds and worlds.
Down by where i crossed over a fallen branch, over the stream, over to the other side of that place of the creek of my childhood, the creek and the earth down that long hill from the house where the other people lived, down there where i could turn rotting logs and there would be salamanders and newts, that place that was my Mother, how those salamanders were like velvet moving, moving velvet in my palm, the smell of it
now so Far from that, honeysuckle blooms and the lizards are on the move, skittering
windthread 
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