June Poem 1

We made our first spring effort

On those Delta trips

And yes, we caught

—We never turned down



And the ghost hunters

—That is a rather loose understanding

—The closer-to-home plants

That have been around for so long—

Hunters never fail to find

All sorts of overriding factors—

Never seen a thing.


Still, May would go to the rivers

That have been transplanted here

From spirits on these same hunts.


But the ghost water temperature is ornate.

Migrating hummingbirds

Asked Mitch about that

And he told me so.


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