well guarded

mast

the blue jays are molting, it must be august

a sense of what goes where

tattered pride

freckled

on being a native

shrek ears

all the trimmings

teeming

mop headed susans

foreign home

keep out

the things they carried home

fragments of time and place

where the weeds are delicious

indigenous

a hole in one

urchins

colors of the garrigue

making returns

true blue

show stealer

gather, sort, repeat.

evidemment