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Friday, July 24

so called

soft as as as the scrape
the lean in of the queen
anne's lace the golden
rods that take a piece
each swipe wishes for a swim
after the sun before the rain
which will happen when again

Thursday, July 23

lace

the low light does one or two
of the queens annes laces
justice pure in both eyes
the center swirls
the forms each petal purls
pulling off a miracle
open closed or half furled

Wednesday, July 22

nov29

the line practically
on the cleat tied
on their own
singularly pluraly
purely
neither described
fine as is i
times mine. then
penelope tries
them rime
november shine

continental dollars

let me wish on your stars
says I to the dandy lion
who is in the yard
far fewer in between
the vivacious species
they preen and gleam
greeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen
and so grow the rushes
down by the creek
where the bucks
float away
on their backs

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