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Friday, August 28

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

Friday, August 21

on boats

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

Wednesday, August 19

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

Thursday, July 30

coefficients_of_drag

wicked as the breezes are regular
from the lake to the inland breaks
those nighthawks fly in perfect light
diving on those other ones who die
as such must

in the backyard the listen of the walnut tree
the gilded green swishes
a motion that is so out of reach
that viciousness of leafs hushes

and other non-dimensional constants

altitudes_true

the heights look finite
as determined by the flutter
the swallows with new feathers
find their ceiling and hit it
turbulent stirs them up there

country in town

the leaves shudder and flys swarm
up the wind rises by
between the starcraft
the path brushes the rough
legs touched here just a hair
the queens anne's lace a new embrace
all edges just fringes

Sunday, July 26

radar

and the wind starts to wind up
for now just whiffs wild swinging
trees arc over and take time
tracing parabolas carrying cicadas
who roar all the while
all the birds that usually fly
are absent in tonight sky

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