Tuesday, September 15, 2015

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.


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