the irresistible,
cacophonous howls
of a pair of lar gibbon lovers
oh, how they mesmerize —
ah, such acrobatic splendor!

the irresistible,
cacophonous howls
of a pair of lar gibbon lovers
oh, how they mesmerize —
ah, such acrobatic splendor!
Christmas came today —
a slew of boxes
*
packaged in swirls
of brown-paper ribbons
*
to cushion uneven, bumpy roads
a trove of poetry
*
joyful new images,
all mine for the taking

You smoke the chops.
I nuke the broccoli
set the patio table
thankful for the gray-cloud respite,
tardy break from late-summer heat.
*
You make a face
when I sip my merlot
after rescuing a wayward fly
from the brink of napa’s plump tannins,
its claret-smooth glide.
*
We plot vacation options
ponder post-retirement timelines
laugh as puppy patrols
the perimeter path
along our black wrought iron fence.
*
You close up shop,
turn off the propane.
We debate the story arc
of Mindhunter on Netflix
we’re eager to resume.
*
We call for Coco,
I crank down the umbrella.
Dusk at this hour, still several weeks away.
You grab the peppermill.
Tummies full, we head back inside.
hurried words,
eager for the page
counter sullied
with spilled cocoa,
the poetry lost in a shuffle
of damp paper towels
wisps of cabin woodsmoke
ivy vines encircle hollowed gourds
thick towering velvetleaf stalks
shadow zinnia buds,
pink and yellow and TBD
Trump and every last one of his moronic MAGA minions. They are DESTROYING this country. Truly, I fear for our future.
Having just watched Spain totally dominate Argentina, I have to say that I have thoroughly enjoyed my very first World Cup experience.
I now understand (a few) of the rules and how the game is played, much more so than I did just one month ago!
I’ve been blown away by the fans, the pageantry, the passion, the colors, the music, the outfits and costuming, the moves and the fierce traditions of all these massively engaged soccer devotees and the athleticism of the players they love. The whole thing has been quite a ride, and I am so glad I decided to give it a go.
My husband and I both enjoyed watching and now I ‘get’ why the World Cup is such a beloved sporting event worldwide. Hopefully, the limited knowledge I’ve attained watching the 2026 World Cup will not escape me when the crazy chaos returns four years from now!
I’m grateful
for a dip in the dew point
*
noshing on a handful of cashews
a Greek yogurt chaser, yummy key lime
*
my summer sustenance,
some midmorning refreshment
*
we’re watching the Open
and, later, the World Cup Final
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a lazy-perfect way
to enjoy another warm day in July



~ for Shelly
its shoots, hot-summer starshine
green tendrils, fleshy spokes
a friendship token, gifted with love
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