Dear Day, I've Been Listening

Because my thoughts won't complete themselves, I sit on the back porch watching birds at the feeder, or luring birds to the feeder, and I think about what I can plant that doesn't need much light to live.  Otherwise, I'm learning to live with juglone in the soil and bastard squirrels burying toxic walnuts in my beds.  There are so many undeterminables.  There are no proper equivalents or equations.  There is only one complete, and it's barefoot.