Wednesday, July 17, 2013

The Breeze is Absent

Sun wrecks my view of trees
Squinting only brings tears,
A loss of good moisture.
Wanting to see leaves move,
An arm casts a shadow
across my eyes,
A defensive posture
Like the sun is attacking.
A harsh lack of clouds.
Some waving humidity rises
From lawns too hot to mow.
It's not yet noon,
Maybe the forecast holds afternoon clouds,
A pop up thunderstorm?
The birds now quiet
Would chatter gratefully
For a mid-day shower.
Even a hot breeze
Would give relief.


Thursday, July 11, 2013

4th Of July

Independance night broke
With unscripted laughter from a balcony.
Triple X's on dead bottles,
Some were still alive.
The toiling sun was out of work
The shadowy trees a canvas
For front yard sparklers,
Kids writing their names.
All directions offered pops and
Crackles with occasional booms.
Store bought fireflies, lightining bugs
Whistled and sputtered
Among the real ones.
Sidewalks smiled outside the blues bar
Echoeing off the silent buildings
Closed for the holiday.
Whoops of approval
Applauded the amateur fireworks.
Unrestrained children spun themselves
Dizzy as the parents drank.
Unscripted laughter rang
In the early independance night.