July 15, 2021
Of a sudden – a downpour afternoon
A white heron stands fishing near the shore
the geese in the pond across the green swim
and shake the rain from their feathers
five small white birds fly above the heron’s pond
occasionally diving in to catch aquatic creatures
A roll of thunder
and the geese honk and hop out of their pond to sit on the green grass
sheets give way to drops
the sizzle hiss becomes staccato beats
The veil lifts incrementally and distant trees reemerge
in the grass a frog sings low
I sit on the porch and read about a young trans girl
fighting to exist in North Carolina
July 18, 2021
A scalded tongue
fields and wind break trees
A landscape of repetition
you reveal yourself in layers
July 20, 2021
Sitting in the silence of night
a yellow moon
the cat’s water fountain in the kitchen
Straining my ears for crickets,
other insects of the summer night
but only silence
It could be winter
but for the open window
August 7, 2021
Reading a book in the morning
Observing the rotation of the earth
as sunlight spreading
across the page
August 24, 2021
Warmth. Mellow depth appreciation. Smoothness of voice.
Third shift small town rave-up.
Cleaning an apartment bathroom, sun pouring through window.
Mexico is imminent.
Jazz chords and beats. Internal summer dance parties.
Recycled from an early millennium crushed out mix-tape.
Ascending drama. A cavern. Night.
Golden slink opulence. A queen rather than lizard king.
Head nods. The nineties dream spanning decades.
Ecstatic pop. A smear of sound.
New and old anthems.
September 19, 2021
dark trees silhouette
against night sky