As another Track & Field season ends I reflect back on things that always distract me from my officiating duties (like neighbouring forests, birds & escarpments)
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In adjacent fields (to tantalize me!) trails bronzing under an exposed breast of sky
A squalling light-tipped tree with chicks in its teeth--
no disc anywhere to match it for spin
Mostly unseen in the forest, look, and lush still even when the winds pick up--
nests hanging like ribbons
At the fence, the bee's sadly unseeded who's both inside (here with me) and out there,
ready to die sunless--
the poor unobservable
For all it coveted was glory by the high jump bed, here with me--poor unobservable bee
My head up, reverentially, with both eyes hatched over in the insidious glare--
at 50 meters geese bend like ripcord!
And just like light, wind & a leaf tossing over evenly (stem subject to resistance!)--
dragonflies in the water pit
And down some escarpment (excluding the odd hatchling nosed out) is the mole's last jump,
among millennia of gore
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