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Used to read Ten Apples Up On Top with my daughter when she was a teeny. Each time we got to the page where the balancing act fails, the page with no words, I'd say "kablooie!" and she would burst with laughter and so would I. It was the anticipation as well as the word, I believe. I took the photo yesterday afternoon or maybe it was earlier today. Looking at it on my screen feels like sensory overload. Feels like all my senses want to fire at once. Something about the texture, the colors, the angle, the layering, the foregroundedness of the flower. So many ways to reach "Kablooie!"
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Does it make you think of some food you like, something crunchy and salty and perhaps not so healthy as you'd wish? Or maybe a holiday, a day when the weather was perfect and fun was had by all. I was snooping around in a basement and found this storage room. Clicking my phone camera, I had a pretty strong feeling I'd caught something. But what? We surprise one another. My entire nervous system sparks. I experience a kind of panicky joy. Is the little guy okay? Do I need to find a box and a soft blanket and drive the forty minutes to the rehab clinic? I can see it, the gas pedal, the running conversation with myself, out loud, to the bunny. It's okay, you're okay, it's just a car, go back to sleep... I force my human brain to do a better job. I recall something about baby bunnies' ears – if they're already standing up the bunny is old enough to be on its own. The parent – narrative begins: it must be a parent – I startled at few days in the garden – now I know why that big bunny was there. I lower the hose – it's still in my hand, hissing its urge for full throttle. I twist the rusty faucet shut and go back into my house. Five, seven, nine minutes. I can't wait any longer. I will myself invisible. I'm so big. The baby is gone. The baby is gone! Any creature able to get itself to safety means all is well. I wait a little while before watering. The plants don't seem to mind. All the same, wordlessly, I feel them thank me.
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