6.25.2018

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There’s lettuce in my coffee
as I navigate a volume
of produce from this week’s share
seven pounds to be exact

In a break from chopping kale
I learn that Donald Hall has died

Guess it’s not so surprising
I just then had been thinking
about what aging feels like
in the extremities to be exact

So let me raise this cucumber
to farms and poets and living

6.19.2018

Tuesday in June

After the storm
a red-tailed hawk
swept
toward the comfort
of far-away
pillowy rainclouds
and I wished
I could tag on
for points beyond
this place

6.12.2018

1976 El Camino


The odometer
when I left for work
on your birthday
read 44444
which gave me pause
as after all
we are a family of four
and we woke on your day
in our four-poster


Maybe this number
represents a window
into our world
or yours
or the pedestal I put you on
or the box you keep me in
or the highest-flying
diamond kite
no keys


I passed an El Camino
on the highway
and flashed on our getaway
flying in style
enameled tinge of guilt
because as you know
it’s a two-seater
there was room only for you
and me

6.10.2018

Pink

I
am true
     -est sky-ish
when I’m with you
Wish I could think to pink
     away
     your blue


Tetractys in the Imaginary Garden!

6.09.2018

Our Patch

Once
there were
flowers here,
pink peonies.
Now we scratch for sustenance in the dirt. 

Writing TETRACTYS poems in the Imaginary Garden!

6.03.2018

Fraternizing

The enemy
has gained substantial ground
establishing headquarters
under my chin
a brigade
staking claim on my belly
directing nasty companies
up my thighs
as resistance
seems increasingly futile
and what is there to do
anyway
but raise a white flag
or attempt to shamelessly consort