8.23.2021

That Late August Feeling

 

Drenched in hurricane rain

wrung out from all of it

     nagging 

is this right

or do I not know what I am

     missing

How would I know what is not

how could you

     resigning

to the vast whatever of it all

I squeeze my washcloth days

                          & soak


8.14.2021

Why Bother With a Title

Can I write

myself out of this place

        somehow

        hard to say

but if

the lines on these pages

        provide an exit ramp

                one line

                two lines

                line by line

driving toward someplace not here

    I know not

but maybe 

these few lines

        can start me going 

   somewhere


8.04.2021

Immunity

 

I protect my lungs

so they can breathe in

this breeze that won’t stay

the songs of dawn-birds

your words

the kind ones

all circulating inside me

like antibodies

at the ready