As we passed the church
I made doubly certain
that I made one more
sign of the cross than she.
© Chagall 2015
I hope you are enjoying summer. All the best – Chagall
Morning at the old wood gate
warblers peck for breakfast
excited cheeps for each
spider in the dead bark
of the mailbox post they find
Sweet pea blossoms
like caramel sugar on the hot
steady breeze off the pond
where the fattest cattails grow
Meadow katydids chatter
while fuzzy bees bump and buzz
Ankle-top hoppers pop
alight on bent-grass
sway there asleep at the tips
until sprung again
I chew wild sorrel while I wait
lemon zest on my tongue
glorious as the day is breaking
Wavy heat
off U.S. 9
along the hill
by Neary’s field
That’s the way you’ll come
with your dad
in his old grain truck
Your head out the window
Ike with his Camels
unfiltered and smoky
He tousles my hair
says I’m a fine young man says
you and Elizabeth have fun
Lately he shakes
a marionette
fly-away arms from the palsy
But he…
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Threadbare themes are all I’ve left
discarded, dressed in symbol
so far removed from the pang in my gut,
the swift uptake of breath, the gasp
that attests to beauty, the prolonged
search for words to convey the fleeting
moment, one step behind disappears
a paintbrush stroke of water,
a wet hieroglyphic that mists in the hot sun
and is gone.
© Chagall