tuesday shades

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morning cricket ticks
beneath a half-naked sun
early Tuesday shades

tuesday shades was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.

Secretariat

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Secretariat
frolics in dandelion fields
unbridled spirit

Secretariat was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.

dragonfly

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green- black dragonfly
lands on leafs perimeter
decorative motif

dragonfly was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.

autumnal trinket

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watching febrile sun
dissolve with fiery zest
autumnal trinket

3ww words are in bold.

surrender

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s-t-r-e-t-c-h
my
body-
long, thin, red.
pale bones creak, alone-
i surrender these phalanges

to azure skies,
susurrus winds,
babbling water,
crooked trees
and your
strong
hands.

surrender was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.

fish, barging water

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an Ohio fish swims upstream with
its brown fins cooled against water,
his eyes bulged from the red sun.
along scaled paths, I sit,
waiting for waves to
tickle my feet.
fish-flops
river…
splash.

fish, barging water was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.

thoroughbred horses

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spending quality
time together nose to grass
thoroughbred horses

thoroughbred horses was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.

Late Summer Cicada

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Her pointy fingers
Pricked me to attention
Where I watched
A late summer cicada
In a depression of
Honey locust branches.
Its tail shook like a
Chemehuevi rattle
As its wings clapped
Friday’s sun into the sky.

Late Summer Cicada was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.

bungee

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sprawled leg opossum
anticipating his turn
bungee jumping... now

bungee was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.

7 a.m.

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7 a.m., morning is waking,
Queen Anne’s Lace is strong.
Beneath this tilting marrow
I hear crickets and katydids
Playing their ode to carrots
For the passing geese-
Gonking, I imagine,
In perfect v formation.
I’ve sit long enough to watch
Whites disperse into greens
While I listen to a passing plane
And, a robin who hushes its drones.

7 a.m. was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.

On A Bareback Horse

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On a bareback horse
I watch her wake
Into splintered windcolors.

Memory ends at the barn.

She screams white
Into pale, bruised greens
And trunks four hoof beats
Inside her surging head.

On a bareback horse
I watch her wake.

On A Bareback Horse was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.

grasshopper

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hot, reflective hood
makes tiny feet take respite
balanced grasshopper

grasshopper was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.

horsefly

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how docile you've become
hacking my car window-
hoping for me to catch
habitual actions
half-mast against the sun,
haggling my zoom to
heighten your large wingspan.

horsefly was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.

garter snake

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swiveling grass blades
redirect my paced walking
hissing garter snake

garter snake was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.

Black- Eyed Susans

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I pulled summer
From the air-
Twisting it into
Strange birds,
Braiding each wing,
Nested on a field of
Black-Eyed Susans.

I gathered all
This bird’s
Yellow plumage
And plumped my hair
With a crown
Of linked daisies
Today.

Black- Eyed Susans was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.

Adithia

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She dozes into Adithia
On the red eye,
On the wings of strange glyphs.
Parting clouds and two birds
Give way
To Kokopelli’s flute.

Mother wants to open baby’s eyes
And fly into the keyhole of her dreams
So she can walk with her newborn
Across this pillowed dreamland
Until the sun’s rays, thick as a lion’s mane,
Tickle Ada’s feet.

This poem was written in response to Rick Mobbs artwork pictured above. To check out more of his work follow this link.

Sextuplets

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At the half-acre edge yesterday
We searched the underbelly of tall grasses,
The womb’s dark corridors dilated 10cm.
Perfect, round bodies are extracted.
We cut their umbilical cords. They… winced.
Swathed in nurturing arms
We carry sextuplets inside our home,
Their button- buttons already outies.
We imagine their faces, beautiful fractures,
On Halloween emitting a soft, orange glow.

Written for Postcrossing.

Abbervail Dream

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Brown and white philly
Stands in quotation of barn
And quiet Kentucky shade.

Chaotic rhythms
Pulse the ground- Abbervail Dream
Takes first place at Churchill Downs.

Abbervail Dream was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.

katydid

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kneeling before a waif legend,
alone, in deciduous
trees… I
yerk sounds of green,
down, close to my ear-
intricate stridulations
done in onomatopoeic song.

katydid was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.

Realities of the Heart

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These gold mountains-
Beached whales, humpback,
Laminate Hager's field where
Lambent feet crisscross
Rows of laughter
And lungs burn
From siphoned haydust.
The words Marco... Polo
Trip from our tongues
Like water from a spout hole
Until someone is tagged, it.

Realities was written for a Poetry Postcard project throughout August.