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Allelopathy


walnut moon

Allelopathy

Crouching quickly behind boxwoods during a game with my children.
A rabbit so unused to seeing wild humans eye-to-eye at root level

didn’t spook for thirty seconds. Later the yard will be firefly full,
Signals hazing in and out like ashes in reverse, a house

That used to be here unburning from the ground, the family whole
And healthy, the front porch boards reconstituting under the feet

Of my daughter as she takes a picture of the moon through
The geared leaves of tall walnut trees, the game she made up

releasing its antitoxin into the soil that makes it possible to remember
And inhibits the growth of competitive species of thought.