Running slow

The path flows in, Patches of shadow and sun, Chipmunk flash. Alarm! Alarm! calls The disappearing jay. Ground smells catch In my throat, now musk, Now sweet. Robins Shake dust from their wings, Beetles pair off on milkweed. High over the Point A feather falls From the hunting hawk Through green, through sweet: Time at my feet.

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