We weeded we found
what we’d planted had come true
our wish for seedlings
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Archive for July, 2013
Roots rained on the ground
white birch stands poured on the ridge
both slurp moist earth soup
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Most make a cross
then bisect the diagonals
with an X
voila – l’asterisk
She did that
but then added
another set of lines
intersecting those
doubling the number of angles
It took her a while to render
her precise tight asterisks.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Damselfly hovers
flies patterns like asterisks
her prelude to rain
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Whoever invented
cold rolling surf
hitting shore
washing over hot ankles
halfway up bronzed calves
smelling like coconut
should get a medal
– one of the best
inventions ever!
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Grapes by the handful
long drinks of cold clean water
icy blue tonic
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
I think dragonfly’s
life is as good as any
sun, flight, garden food
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
imagine a nuyorican
sunny wednesday morning
columbian latte in hand
visiting chloe and her mom
brazilians from the tribe chamacoco
essentially paraguayans
propped on a rail on a screened-in porch
watching while outside two crews of three
build a wall
and mow a lawn
it’s hard to tell if they are
mexicans – maybe aztecans –
or nay. . . of course they are mayans!
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
I said I moved your yoga mat
She said undoubtedly
I said no, undoubtedly the mat has moved
presumably not on its own
moved by someone
very likely me
I am confirming that likelihood
They should teach you that in yoga
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
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