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Wednesday, July 22

hemogoblin

the shade is inviting
to the egyptian proboscis
biting and diving
hitting a vein
cavernous flow
the river my sorrow
tomorrows itch today
swollen flying away

Sunday, July 19

maples

the maple thinks
of birds much
as indicated here
and there on each
and every branch
clusters of twin wings
still and green yet
when hard brown
down they go cutting
the soft air to ground

cicada

cicadas already
at seven thirty
up in the black locust
flight so erratic
in this windy light
appearing beatific
and emerald black

Saturday, July 18

invasive species

the mosquitos land on some bad spots.
this is true. the joints of the limbs
being the worst.  their bites are not
so bad as the way
they lift their
legs up in the air
poised
ready
able
willing
going
to
needle
in


a proboscis
for blood
me a flower
for one
aedes aegypti
or some

welcome
 

bonne temps

onto the last ribs
river water drips
the late night
and morning swim
patterns and visions
dips in is habit

Wednesday, July 15

party island

yesterday we swam
where we swam before
the rock was lava
the geese walk on
and poo is how they do it
the roses are thriving
ants are still yellow
some of us slipped
some of us hit
zebra mussels in the shallow
the high water is growing
further up they say from there
where are the straws
slim pickings
we draw them and win
or lose and swim
back and forth back and forth

on turbulence

swallowing the surface
never the deep water
where the current is cold
fast river bending
the eel grass this
way and that way
undulating under water
as much the same
bowfin at rest even
ready to disappear yet
still after millions of years

Tuesday, July 14

degree to heat

the gunwhale is underfoot
the waves peak and trough
the ribs touch off
and blow the spot
wide open done enough

Monday, July 13

visions_versions_squall

the rain cuts a blinding line
baking governers then pine
then bluff then the rock
into our minds
thunder has our hands tied
watch the drops froth
and the bay leap forth
to meet the clouds with more
all of the same
and then we swim away

visions_versions_johnaroo

all late nights end
the river dark night
off trail a hill over
listening to boats list
in the narrows and drop
and walk back into a case
of two at the crossroads
and other kids before bed
make sure to be washed