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Sometimes you want night
Toward night
you crawled
trying to hide
from sun.
To much of past
good and not
litter paths
haunted by sun
and summer heat.
Find some solace
in darkened room
instrumentals on radio,
no human voices
prep the trip underground.
doubt
What do you think?
you see I'm not the scarecrow.
Not knowing he can think.
Though you've heard
that's how others feel.
Showed them wrong
enough
don't need to prove
it
anymore.
Drink some coffee - went looking
Got off my big butt
went into town
drank an espresso.
Outside coffee shop
a hot afternoon
so many young ladies
in tight jeans
drawing attention.
Pull together
go back
get another cup of coffee;
shrug off thoughts
of ladies in tight jeans.
Sip coffee walk to car
other end of parking lot,
drive back
to small plot of woods
where most days
you won't see people.
dry day
All gone to seed
watch clear sky clouds
gone until fall.
Shades of brown-yellow
and grays
mingled in myriad colors of dust
June's here.
Taking toll sweat hard
forget to drink enough water
spend a couple days each week
with throbbing headache
wanting October to return.
early summer walking along your road
Walking on streets
you've not traveled
finding those trees
twisted
and on small bridges
evidence
of them being built by WPA
in the Nineteen Thirties.
Hear owls in old oaks
along creek and at bridges
slowly softening sound of creeks
that'll get quieter
with summer.
waiting for you to wake
awakening to your warmth
laying near me
fitting my body to yours
enjoying
yes enjoying
your body so close
smelling your every scent
rubbing my hand
along your hip and thigh
listening to soft purr
of your breathing
just waiting
for you to wake up
used books
Wandering used bookstores
for books
finding a few
that remind
of youth.
Mostly
those about poetry
and science fiction.
Once in a while
a math book pops up
differential equations
linear algebra
tensors
or some such.
Holding a new friend
with crinkled pages.
traffic song for poppies
Warm afternoon sitting
in my yard
watching traffic
quiet
mostly leaves
a melody for some afternoon
California poppies
poke up all over the yard
right down to blackberry patch
and out to old anise bush
even traffic
has a song
that harmonizes
with forest and field
three in the morning
together with you
laying in bed
watching stars
sink in west
fifty watt light bulb
just enough light
to read a crappy book
or write
a few poor poems
before going to sleep.
Three A.M.
comes to quick
hear a hawk outside
our bedroom window
being disturbed
in its sleep.
Wakes us up for a while
then almost against
our will sleep
returns for an hour or two
before the alarm goes off.
they need praise
Shinning when given praise
every bit helps molds
a future where talent
is appreciated.
Watching children play
enjoying burn off
of energy.
Praise, for little things
dividends earned
to adulthood.
Asking questions
always encourage
frequently solves
bouts with anarchy.
Day complete
Enough, lonely dog
sits waiting
for anyone to come play.
Smiles glad you've arrived
scratch ears pet head,
but most importantly
you'll throw the ball.
That time each day
when running is allowed
wonderful.
Damn, so much
Piled on quiet
went out sat
under tree. Listen
to birds
all over place.
Tired, drink beer
half asleep
nobody disturbs.
Like that
and seeing how I look
allowed to sleep
away afternoon.
Couldn't say
Glad to see
small visions
of you and me.
As drunken with living
search hearts
and souls.
Just like that no one
wants to remember what was.
Then visions still twinkling
each wanders into corners
where every ignored is happiness.
Coming home
One mile to go.
Doesn't seem far,
but from here
unsure how you'll make it.
One mile to go.
Stomach twitches
don't know anymore
did I put foot down?
One mile to go.
but a nap
ends
Anyway the room kept
in shadow
didn't seem quite
so hot.
What with
it being
lunchtime.
Not yet does sunlight
seep through window
allowing no relief
until dark.
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