A thirsty sun Sucks the day’s wetness Through straws Slurping the last drops Sweaty fountain drinks Heat waves Crashing against earth Harden the world’s skin The cool dusk dawns Embraces suffocating August air Lies in state Wet foreplay Replaced By the wholeness of moonlight A canopy of Saran Wrap Overstretching Captures Convections sleep Rhythmic moist…
Gone
Gone is winter’s blanket now weathered salt dried perspiration has left its marks broken a step’s front tooth a remnant of hardness kicked down an empty street footballed by father and son between a scratched passing lane split shucked maple wheels flank the wheaten verges of lawns littered with yesterday cellophane wrappers butt hidden habits…