getting some air

getting some air

out toward Eminence a yellow cloud

spreads its mist like mirth handed out

by the paw-full at annual parades. the

sky blue water tower clashes with the sky,

and a bat—no! hummingbird! heads right

for the porch, but quickly to the sugar

maples next door, their gaping holes,

its own jewel greenness, a shock and a gift.

sun oughta be going down by now,  i express

my tranquilo bodice and breathe,

fireflies look lime in the light from

across the porch, i put up my feet

and lay down my fists.