Saturday Poem / HEDGE TRIMMING (on my birthday)

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To grow lost in the tasks
of trimming and raking,
the steady whirr of electric shears,
the rhythmic scratching of spokes
of an aluminum rake,
the bending and scooping up
of clippings,
then to see
a blue swallowtail
float, hover, and rest open-winged
on the neat rectangle of the hedge.
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Claire Bauerle is a writer and photographer living in Squirrel Hill. Her chapbook "Promises of Spring" was published in 2009 and her latest collection of poetry is "Company of Wrens."


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