Before dog-walkers with squadrons of panting beasts
pull up in SUVs, I arrive early--a woman without a pooch
who can be trusted to make a game of counting packets of shit
set aside for some doggie walker's return trip.
I start early, knot a hoodie around my waist,
hiking in the sun I want to lose myself,
balance on a branch of a buckeye tree
with its candelabra of mock lilacs,
walk past hemlock that lace the trail,
everything is a blaze of white
as spring marries summer and loosens her veil.
I dip my hands in water and wash my face.
Anna's hummingbird, with her red crown
and red spotted throat, sips right along with me.
Shepherds follow their off-leash flock up the canyon.
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