Category Archives: summer

single in the summer

You, girl, are preoccupied
with the way heat from an afternoon sidewalk
steams your bare thighs. You let
thunder bang around in the empty
cavity of your day-dreamin mind.

Forget what they sold you.

Love is not a hot dress, a polished spoon,
a bleak expectation, 

It is a moment you’ll never own;
a long-awaited rain slipping into dirt,
or how you can silently lean
into a Miles Davis’ horn 
sounding a single humid and final note.

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white flowers in the harbor

White flowers floating on their faces
in a green-scaled harbor, they are
searching for a bottom they’ll never find.

Fish them out with childish hands
leave to dry on a scorching brick walk,
their petals disintegrated but volant.

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to be with the summer people

i want to be with the summer people
those girls with tangled salted hair
and men with shoulders tanned
want to sit among them with my
brine of loneliness, raise my
head to see the whole troupe crashing
naked toward the tides, moonlight
drenching – one man coming back…

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the dance before a storm (haiku)

sorry – had some technical difficulties last night….

summer wind teases
lightly flirts, pirouettes,
snaps lightning in time.

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untitled 100 (heat makes the city old)

and the city
becomes immersed in
a heat that
steams hair to curls
settles in with
one heavy
harumph, such
a grumpy old man
his joints
reacting
instinctively
to oppressive air
with a crackle.

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outside tonight is the heat

outside tonight
is the heat; it
wraps my shoulders
like a shawl knit
by white-haired women
who in their circle
hum with soft
gossiping
and the air conditioners
chirp in with a
whirr of understanding.

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grass is always greener

all it takes:
one soft ocean wave
one swift approaching storm
one sandy toe
one face leaned back

it’s enough,
those dark brown eyes
one quick glance
one wrong word
one minute alone

one single
flutter of the belly
is enough to…

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