Weedy bluegrass, begging
for trimming, yew bushes too  

frame rain-drenched red
bricks, mold-stained mortar  

as June sprouts unbidden
in my backyard patio’s cracks  

adjacent to a January’s
black ice slip, head smack   

whiplash, when I ventured out
to hang a suet cake – today’s  

eaten up, by blackbirds now
departed, like dear Nance.  

Ha! A young chipmunk, posing.