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watching summer Baltimore
crabs steamy with Old Bay
mixed with the scent of heavy
humidity and a wind carrying
a storm from the west
I sit on stairs watching
summer Baltimore languish.
smoke break
standing alone
outside the office
smoke lingers from
previous breaks
head leaned back
to the sun and
across the way
someone is sailing
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these boys in my head
these boys in my head
vying for attention
fighting
and pulling me
this way and that
these boys,
one (maybe more than)
who was meant to be
one who was
for the time being
one who
knew all along
and one…
Wide Rivers
From my great-grandmother’s book of poetry, Where Children Live (1958)
Wide Rivers
A small boy has no use for gentle rains —
He watches with a weathered eye and mutters
For rains that come in torrents, flood the mains,
Overflowing streets and leaf-strewn gutters.
He sees wide rivers, far as eye can measure,
And, in storm-tossed debris, boats filled with treasure.
lightning in the distance
and so it ends
lightning in the distance
we all have brief moments of
white hot
sand into glass
prism light – these choices
we all are in danger
of ending a
flicker in a sky
between clouds shyly
aware that some
won’t ever hear us
thundering.
bar regular
the woman with silk black hair
changed her name to fit in —
i know nothing else other than
she holds her wine close like
smooth red silk
and drinking slowly,
promises she now fits in.
poetry takes her leave
poetry stalks leggy
head up, blushing,
turns around and slams the door–
“we” laughed for hours
at the haughty exit scene.
my first sight of Alaska
glimpes of streams
and teases of
jagged peaks behind
scarves – lace silk –
clouds, some
more like a corset.
the road curves ahead…
on either side
obscured mountain impressions
spruce – dark green tall thin –
and rain.
[written in 2003 within a sketch that i can’t reproduce here…]
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