June

A colleague of mine told me today that Monday’s temperature will reach 101 in Northern New Jersey. Yikes!!

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June

Today,
new heat
will simmer,

sizzle on the rooftops.
The tar shingles

soften
as lost hope,
and the cicadas buzz

their complaints.
This weight –

bare it with me.
The afternoon
is far too heavy.

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In a Day

Just a bit of wonder, a bit of whimsy. Generally, I’ve nothing important to say.

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In a Day

Butterflies,
I earnestly believe,
flutter and weave

beneath this deeper heat
bearing the afternoon’s hulk,
broad wings,

delicately brutal,
saving,
keeping us all.

Anything Explored

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Anything Explored

Anything explored,
if steps
are arranged accordingly,

is infinite.
I’ve found myself lost
in the black depths

that cushion the expanse
between rose petals
and have spent milennia

wandering through
tangles of grass,
a weave that reaches

from the birdfeeder’s shadow
to the mailbox,
as still as a sentry.

Perhaps, By Now

After posting almost every day for… well, for a long, long time, I stepped away. My absence from writing wasn’t planned. It wasn’t born from writing frustrations or ill chance. It just happened. Today, just now, I got the urge to ink once more. I should have posted this a month ago, but I’m back now.

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Perhaps, By Now

I’m gone for a bit.
Deep in the wood,
where shadows surge,
like an ivy,
up the oak’s

stubborn spine,
there’s a raindrop,
I’m certain,
clinging to the tip
of a fern’s green flail,

a drop that’s scraped
from the air a small poem,
simple and cool,
something about
the sky’s true name,

that perfect breath.
Perhaps, by now,
I am lost and blessed.