My husband's poetry

Category: Summer

  • Feathered corpses

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    Where have all the finches, sparrows and mockingbirds gone? I haven’t heard a chickadee for several days. Are cicadas too much competition; where can we go this time of year to escape insect sirens wailing? The woodpecker, wren and robin still visit, but my favorites have fled. I’d put out birdseed, if the squirrels would…

  • summer haiku

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    summer’s searing sunwindless woods of shadow greenmyrtle wearing pink 8-10-20

  • Summertime

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    Before air conditioning was a thing all doors and windows were open In the hall a box fan stirred the air moved it to the kitchen for supper Pulled weeds, hoed the garden picked worms from off the vines Rode bikes, played in the sprinkler sat in the front yard after dark Drank nickel root…

  • I need a city job

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    This morning, the humidity is oppressive soon the sky will crack open and storms reveal leaks the sun obscures A park employee on a mower races the storm no time to get off and remove debris shattering sticks, head down as he slays grass Wherever you find a park employee working there are two higher…