Monthly Archives: July 2011
Past midnight a doe browses the lilies, the poison ivy while moonlight lingers on the tallest pine. Three bodies moving in the dark. Advertisements
Near no house a kitchen knife gleams in the crossroads gravel
Overcast morning dawn is a faded cardinal over the worn stone wall
Four days with no mail enough time for a new vine to wrap around the mailbox latch.
High noon – two hawks and a wasp circle the sun
Fourth of July fireflies too slow, too easily caught by little hands
Distant dogs hear the thunder just before I do, their barks like lightning.