Poetry, Uncategorized

the chances so slim

that we could stay waist-deep in summer

with all that crow call drought

grass that grew fast-forward

rain that flattened and flattered the soil

walking the dog through this light

gracefully aged though mattresses of air and cloud

listen to the footfall

listen carefully to the way

summer’s engine fades in the distance

off to the desert for the rest of the year

even though my eyes leak

and tears threaten to creek their way

down the runnel of my cheeks

(gently cooked by sunlight)

we have our consolation

to light a fire without that catch

that looms light into the rage of the dark


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