k

the street sweep hasn't been by in days
the night hawks stay awake longer
flying up high they drink the light
green and red dragonflies the next night
pursuing the moon associated dreams
harkening back to when we took rockets
now we live down low to the earth
hell is close

time regurgitates upon the floor

here is where we are
here is where we were
there is where we will be
because we where
here there then

on boats

the bow and the waves
each with certain curves
meant to be perpetually
in motion and are
when together they part

on august

 lets settle for the light to filter

clouds that barely register

the trees let down branches

closer to the bay to listen 

whether broad spans or bristle

this is one summer or another