…and Things keep digging out.

We dig the moon, the greenings, the water on the playa

and the Return of the Phoebe…Say’s Phoebe, back to nest under the east porch roof as

it rains, doesn’t rain, becomes unseasonably hot, then not…

I dive imprudently into the project of sorting out the shed’s shed,

the trees dive into their own seasonal projects

and not any of us are even close to finished by Monday…