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