Rick­ety pick­ets finally emerge after months of gray sod­den slodgy snow; the fences are as thawed as the ground, gates in fences are now open. One day I walk out­side and the air is lilacs and hon­ey­suckle. The sky turned blue one day. The wind turned the vane and the rooster points south. Now the day fades gen­tly into azure then black instead of the cur­tain falling into the win­ter night: day’s per­for­mance ends in a sec­ond in December. The full moon feels warm and yel­low, cheddary. My food is green. I have a feel­ing that I would like to run. It smells earthy out­side in between the waves of lilac per­fume. It was dank yes­ter­day or the day before, last Thurs­day maybe. Today it is…


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2 Responses to Summer

  1. Bobbi says:

    Bring it on…

  2. Barbara says:

    Is it finally here — not a tease.…..

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