Monthly Archives: June 2019

Wrensong haiku

Even wrensong stops in mid-afternoon simmer of her leafy greens

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Wrensong

House wren’s single three-part song persists Across all hours of the sunlit day; While drenched in heat and light or cloudy mist, She sings to send intrusions far away. She sings – he sings – for warnings, not for me … Continue reading

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Conspiracies

Conspiracy of soil and sun demand inspections daily of those leaves, this ground– Persistent songs of tiny nesting wrens require close listening to the liquid sound– Each silken poppy petal, each new bud calls softly for inspection and applause– While … Continue reading

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Garlic in Summer

Swordish leaves skewer sun (scorn sappy cowering spinach) suck light through highways of veins down down underground hungry bulbs wait and swell bound between earth and heaven keep heat in papered stores for Winter’s palest days

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Watermelon

I look up from cutting Summer’s fifth watermelon Scent of drying mint in my hair To see you bent double weeding the garden And our blond dog dancing upside down With the clovered grass. This is wealth. A sudden sharpness … Continue reading

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Catalpa at Solstice

Catalpa tree at Solstice, bride of Spring, All veils and crowns of flowers in the breeze, Once soil’s given birth to everything, Throws orchids at each living thing she sees. Her veils remain, green shelters for small things That creep … Continue reading

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Catalpa at Solstice

Catalpa tree at Solstice, bride of Spring, All veils and crowns of flowers in the breeze, Once soil’s given birth to everything, Throws orchids at each living thing she sees. Her veils remain, green shelters for small things That creep … Continue reading

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This Is Also True

“Pictures–or it didn’t happen,” she commands. But it did and in the photographic synapses into which it was all burned as if with acid, nightmares still sometimes arise. One hand etched with age and longing growing from imagination’s heat lies … Continue reading

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For John

You are sunshine after long rain Your mouth causes the flow of my breath Your hand the rhythm of my blood Your presence the gravity that steadies my feet The promise of your return tracks the sun Opens the long … Continue reading

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