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Ruminate
tea-stained clouds steep in today’s
sky of porcelain blue
weak tannic breeze
bubbles with August heat
robins bounce_____across the lawn
_______rusty orange__breasted female___pauses
crooks her head________plunges yellow beak
________deep__repeats________flaps away
if I buried myself
beside the potatoes
would scavenging robins
sense any vibrations
_______________lunge forward_________peck out
long blue veins
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Kimberly Peterson writes poetry and creative nonfiction. Her experience as a nurse working with chronically ill and palliative patients informs the grief, loss, resilience, and the joy of daily life she explores in the manuscript of poetry she’s working on. Read more of her work on kimberlypeterson.ca.
featured photo by Kimberly Peterson
