so slow lee i fill this
page / that page ///
& i can hard lee complain / / about
any real pain / / what is this
bless ing of the crazy mind
& even a poet has a good day
ever y now & then / & my fingers can't remember
what i look like / where the keys sit / & this becomes
pain full / lesson
of i can't remember what it was / it seemed as if
it / up / set / me / @ / the / time
but i can't remember what happened ---
so it passes / & days pass & july moves in to august
damn summer rolls forward one more time / & i can't
just won't / take this season / please don't take it
from me / / & i think of snow in january & how dark
those days get & some how i can't grab tight enough
to this
fleeting moment / this day of the purple / lavendar
ah / / beauty of the senses
& soon we make plans for autumn / / yes
we waited long for summer
& now the raspberry canes lean heavy with red fruit
fat berries / tart / / love the sun while you can / &
i water religious lee / / all ways / drag the hose across
the lawn / past the mint & oregano / / crush crush
heavy scent rises / up / / garden smells sweet / sweet
i say / / & so i sit there / & watch the lilies open /
pale yellow / burnt red / /
& you know / soon the sunflowers will be taking over
they begin to tower up - right / passing the falling
fox glove top heavy with bloom
holly hock / / also presses sky ward / /
round buds form up the stems / tight lee
packed petals / wait to burst / hot pink
& so this week passes day by day / meal by
laundry load /
oh praise be summer / / /
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