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that’s been eating all my pansies,
eating them to the roots
so that nothing of beauty remains.
 
We were able to lure the squirrel
with sunflower seeds and peanut butter
and trap it in a cage and take it far away.
 
Grief is more like the mice that eat the lure,
then slip through the cage, though the holes
are tiny, the door shut tight.
 
Grief stays. It takes what I offer and escapes.
But it hasn’t devoured all that is beautiful.
See how the pansies are blooming.
 
Like the mice, grief makes a nest
in my garden. We live here together.
I’ve put away the cage.

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When you
say,

Please don’t
go,

the day
weaves

a nest
from

the strands
of

tenderness
in your

words, and
I,

squirrel-like, curl
deep

into their
mossy

warmth. I
cache

the sweetness
of

quietly snuggling.
Come

winter, these
seeds

of autumn
gentleness

will nourish
me.

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Again, Again




On a day when the world
asks too much of me
and I don’t know how to give it,
I think of the squirrels
at the feeder when I was a girl.

Dad hung the feeder
on a squirrel-proof wire.
Dad set the feeder
on a squirrel-proof pole.
Squirrels found a way.

Surely there’s some squirrel in me,
some chattering tenacity,
some bushy tailed resolve.
If I can’t be courageous and brave,
then let me at least be stubborn.

Surely inside this aching heart
is a scamperer willing to try again,
to try again, to meet disappointment
and failure and exhaustion
and try again, again.

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