In the dull pasture where I strolled
Was something I could not believe.
Dead grass appeared to slide and heave,
Though still too frozen-flat to stir,
And rocks to twitch and all to blur.
What was this rippling of the land?
Was matter getting out of hand
And making free with natural law,
I stopped and blinked, and then I saw
A fact as eerie as a dream.
There was a subtle flood of steam
Moving upon the face of things.
It came from standing pools and springs
And what of snow was still around;
It came of winter’s giving ground
So that the freeze was coming out,
As when a set mind, blessed by doubt,
Relaxes into mother-wit.
Flowers, I said, will come of it.
"April 5, 1974" by Richard Wilbur from Collected Poems. © Harcourt, 2004
Five Points dove at Odd Fellows window-sill feeder
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'Stix" the marionette fishing at the river Fox
and inspecting sewer pipe at W. Main and Maple
for raccoons (none)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b0f3kz0b338
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9x4bfHllX2A
 ^,^ Norb Blei 1935-2013 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Norbert_Blei I had a long correspondence going with Norb. But we never met face to face. He wrote and drew from a chicken coop near Ellison Bay in Door County WI for over 40 years after living in hometown Chicago. 
Blei closes up his shop
Blei's coop bathed in green
Norb sent pictures he was taking up there. %2B%2B2-20-12.JPG)  
A watercolor postcard by Blei
  and then gave it to me signed by me (him) - water color on postcard added by Norb  
card is up in my office
 Norb after health fight began  Last pic rec'd 
Attn Wm R.!
RIP
check him out (ibid):
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Jacky Terrasson
No dissapointment in Heaven
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