My neighbor saw him jump
the fence in thunder,
leave the pasture for the road,
then back again, a flight
across boundaries as lightning
struck, and the rain came down,
as it does these days, urgent, torrential. [...]
In the ditches things are poking,
pulsing through dirt.
or bulging from twig at burst-point
To stretch towards the great mama.
In the glow of her pleasure
Crocus gorse buttercup daffodil primrose
gleam yellow, calling us out [...]