those wilding summers
of freedom in the sun
plastic swim caps,
wire-frame baskets
pool checks
the top of every hour
that glorious smell of chlorine,
those diamond-blue waters
haiku
welcome, savior clouds,
respite from summer’s stifling heat
today, a semblance of rest
bucket list
if I’d had the legs,
I would run to you
and never once falter
in my stride.
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had I wings to span the heavens,
I would fly across oceans
and over every mountain
just to hover above
the very hairs on your head.
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every breath, every good thought —
were I to mechanize
the ferocity of my heart —
I’d pour it out, every last bit of it
over the sundry sands of an eternity,
so I might love you again
just one more time.
the withholding
light has been granted,
my green lovelies, and I hope
you drank up your fill
but Mama’s got to cover
the windows, shutter every blind
it’s just too warm,
the day, already, is stiflingly hot
not cool
paired up at 71 degrees —
this morning’s uber early
temperature & dew point —
means the smart bet today
would be to remain indoors
incongruous outerwear
sporting long-sleeved
cool weather garb
during a short-lived break
in summer ‘s muggy heat,
I love the loose drape
of flannelled body camouflage
I visit the zoo, gloriously alone
the irresistible,
cacophonous howls
of a pair of lar gibbon lovers
oh, how they mesmerize —
ah, such acrobatic splendor!
big blue truck
Christmas came today —
a slew of boxes
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packaged in swirls
of brown-paper ribbons
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to cushion uneven, bumpy roads
a trove of poetry
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joyful new images,
all mine for the taking
untidy muse
hurried words,
eager for the page
counter sullied
with spilled cocoa,
the poetry lost in a shuffle
of damp paper towels
bucolic
wisps of cabin woodsmoke
ivy vines encircle hollowed gourds
thick towering velvetleaf stalks
shadow zinnia buds,
pink and yellow and TBD
A Sawyer's Daughter 
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