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Hard to move sometimes
    inside
    so many longings, urgencies of time and distance,
    hard to pretend everything you needed was right
    in front of you,
    bucket and feed and fence, that bundle of hay Otto
    pitched inside your gate,
    that rusting tractor Juan might fix someday. You
    wished everything
    were still right here , the way it used to be,
    before honeybees were in jeopardy,
    when the Saturday mystery episode streaming toward
    your radio
    was the only beam you might ride from west to east,
    before we were all so strangely connected
    and disconnected
    inside a vibrant web of signals, and a crowded wind.

Deputies Raid Bexar Cockfight
    Near the Atascosa County Line.
    An anonymous tip. Hello sirs, I just saw one hundred cars
    Pull up to the chicken pen.
    Seizure of 368 roosters and hens called a state record.
    Deputies also spotted about 200 spectators.
    Many scattered into the woods,
    some clutching roosters in their arms.
    This is my favorite line in the story.
    It is hard to run carrying a mean rooster.
    One mean rooster is a huge dad-gum rooster.
    Why is it such a relief to read this front page story?
    How many of us could gather 200 friends
    for anything? Would 200 friends show
    for a great violinist?
    There is no pretense in this story.
    Now, the neighboring story about
    the invasion of Iraq, that’s different.
    I attended one cockfight in my life,
    a pitiful bloody display, so I wandered away
    toward the Sierra Nevada mountains
    till everyone else was ready to leave.
    On that strange day
    I pledged myself further to the strange life
    I have been living ever since,
    away from the ring, betting on nothing,
    a friend of chickens in general, friend of dust
    and lost hours in which everything distant
    and near falls into clearer light. I won’t say
    it’s wrong or right but it changed everything
    for me.

Accuracy
    Lyda Rose walked through our front door and said, “Where is the sock monkey? I need him.” This surprised me. She had never shown any interest in the sock monkey before.
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    We began digging in the tall basket where stuffed animals live.
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    Lyda Rose said, “I am two and a half now, did you know that? Where is he?”
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    We threw out the snake, the yellow bunnies, battered bears, a small eagle wearing a blue T-shirt, a camel, and the bird that makes a chickadee sound if you press its belly.
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    Sock Monkey was buried at the bottom.
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    Lyda Rose clutched him to her chest. “My husband!” she said, closing her eyes dreamily.
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    I was astonished. “Your husband? When did this happen?”She spoke clearly and definitely. “I thought of him and I married him in my mind.”
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    She ran around the dining room clutching her husband tightly, singing the song of a chickadee trapped in a human body.
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    â€œHow great! I am so happy for you both!” I said, following her.
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    She did not answer, lost in a newlywed’s swoon.
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    I said, “It is so nice that you love him now!”
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    And she stopped dancing, staring at me disapprovingly. “I didn’t say I love him! I said, he is my husband! ”

This Is Not a Dog Urinal
    (cardboard sign propped in leafy groundcover)
    No. This is not a poop-pot, a cardiovascular rescue
    device, a farmer’s market.
    This is not a beehive, a creek bed,
    a parking lot, a back alley.
    This is a frilly bush in someone’s personal front yard
    and that someone is sick of it .
    Take your doggie elsewhere please.
    Or we will be after you with garden shears
    and shovels. Have respect for someone else’s
    lovely landscape dream which includes neither
    a tribe of slippery snails,
    your doggie,
    or you.

Argument
    People were biting air,
    snapping with smart opinions.
    Everyone wanted to feel safe,
    but no one would say that.
    So they tried to act right instead.
    For a thatched cottage
    at the botanical gardens,
    safety meant having a roof
    water would run off,
    in case of a storm.
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