Category: Summer
Late autumn reveals / the summer kite whose journey / ended in a tree.
Bicycles / two of them may cast / one shadow.
Autumn’s faded hues / at season’s end replacing / Summer’s brilliant blues.
Ahead, the bald man / top down, smoke, phone, loud music / for me to enjoy.
Wild grapevines / ate the yard when I / looked away.
When re-lit, the grill / begins a heated debate / with last night’s remnants.
Inglorious weed / morning glory grows towards / a glorious end.
Humid holiday / cicadas lament loudly / from lofty perches.
A daddy longlegs / the harvestman, displaying / his spindly namesakes.
Pulling weeds left too / long, they release their seeds and / taunt me as they die.
