My life   
  by water—       
      Hear

spring's   
  first frog       
      or board

out on the cold   
  ground       
      giving

Muskrats   
   gnawing       
      doors

to wild green   
   arts and letters       
      Rabbits

raided   
   my lettuce       
      One boat

two—   
   pointed toward       
      my shore

thru birdstart   
   wingdrip       
      weed-drift

of the soft   
    and serious—       
      Water



 = Shelley Lynn Johnson