In the Rain I stand stupidly at the window the robin stands stupidly in the yard. Neither of us has a worm. What I Recall from the Mushroom Walk It has a Latin binomial and a Norwegian folk name and may be lethal or delicious. It either weeps milk or empurples when slit. My Work Ethic I’m napping in the dirt drive beside the car. On my chest, my wrench rides the swells. Stacking Wood with Help from the Kid Next Door I am listening to the news to drive him away. His suspicions are warranted. This Warty Bastard The toad from under the porch has never lost a staring match. He’s back again, ready for another round. Mending the Stone Wall They’ve been migrating since the ice age. This wall, a brief reunion.