i hear the thunder in the distance,
a gentle rumble drawing near–
i see horizons wearing raindrops,
in silent slumber, shedding fear
Thunder
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Adrift
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
Dream
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
Recently
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
Directions
she followed directions
and still,
she was lost
The morning sun
when the morning sun touches things
they become almost holy,
a magical
mystical
miracle
An Evening in July
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
A little break
I’ll be taking a small break for the next couple of weeks.
Wishing everyone a wonderful summer.
that way
just the other day,
i heard her say,
she never meant it that way
Bon Appetit
down by the stream that feeds into the marsh,
was a little bandit raccoon–
he looked at me intensely for a stilted moment
before resuming his search for fish and frogs
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