June 21, 2009

Sssummertime! cicada tree screamers, popsicle saxophone notes.

sticky pages,

steam-bath sages,

tossed and tumbled, a loss gained.

have to lose or lose to have

used to have or have to use.

I have never realized how subtle change actually is, but it is magnificent;

a tilted axis.

Momentum is no more the result of snarling dogs to me;

not an aging ache or a distorted face, but the absolute joy of day.

But the night is still

a mystery to me,

now that I’ve left my blanket in the weeds.

Venetian weed-bed


2 Responses to “Sunday”

  1. Mandi said

    this smells like honeycombs

  2. Mandi said


    I chose wordpress’s arch nemesis blogspot

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