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wisps of cabin woodsmoke

ivy vines encircle hollowed gourds

thick towering velvetleaf stalks

shadow zinnia buds,

pink and yellow and TBD

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I’m grateful

for a dip in the dew point

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noshing on a handful of cashews

a Greek yogurt chaser, yummy key lime

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my summer sustenance,

some midmorning refreshment

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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

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Photo by Carrie Borden on Unsplash

Claude Monet painted a series of more than 250 water lily paintings,

a major tenet of his work the last 31 years of his life.

He so loved his water lilies, gardeners rowed a small boat each morning,

out to the middle of a pond, just to dust and clean them, per his bidding. 

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three twigs neatly arranged beneath the dash,

carefully aligned between accelerator and brake

urine-filled pop cans and bottles

hidden in closet crevices, those darkest of corners

fears of a lover’s demise during the night,

vibrating alarms allow silent sentry 

doors locked & unlatched, locked & unlatched

in an exasperating repetition of senseless obsession

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dappled sunlight augments the subtle splendor

of a simple garden pond —

its lovely waters, a simmering hot-bed

of potentialities

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heat-dome blues

highs topping out

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in the danger zone,

trapping hot, HOT air

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blocking relief

from wind & rain

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and don’t get me started

on this gosh-dang humidity

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and people wonder

why I hate summer

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yours sincerely,

patiently waiting for fall