“it was the chipped sugar bowl that was
always on the table growing up”
“it’s not my fault, i’m just the nanny”
“she missed you so much”
“so i got up to chase the rabbit…”
“they’re clearing this field to build two
new appartment buildings on it”
“you’re pretty”
“today’s ice cream flavor is coffee with chocolate chunks”
i hear the thunder in the distance,
a gentle rumble drawing near–
i see horizons wearing raindrops,
in silent slumber, shedding fear
the cigarette smoke fades softly into the
dark and humid night along this ridge in Penn’s woods–
making my memories of flat Ohio landscapes
and golden rolls of hay disappear, dissolve and drift
upon the strong and swift Allegheny
you walked into my dream
as if you were walking through a portal
in a time machine,
and i watched you in suspended silence
until the portal closed
lilies from my mother’s garden
old bobbins with string and twine
peach iced tea
burlap flowers
Hey Jack Kerouac by 10,000 Maniacs
farmlands on rolling hills
deep red cherries
reruns of Columbo
cucumbers and zuchini
this book: Birds of North America
she followed directions
and still,
she was lost
when the morning sun touches things
they become almost holy,
a magical
mystical
miracle
i sit on the balcony and watch the boats and the barges,
the goldfinches and the swallows,
a baby robin who is being fed by its mother,
flags waving in the breeze–
the dog sniffs the warm air,
a heron swoops toward the marsh,
the geese congregate,
bees circle my glass of sherry,
a man stands on a paddle board and struggles against a strong wake,
the sun sets gently
I’ll be taking a small break for the next couple of weeks.
Wishing everyone a wonderful summer.
just the other day,
i heard her say,
she never meant it that way
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