Monday, September 01, 2008

August Poetry Postcards (Aug 24-27)

True confessions: While I wrote original poems for each day of the month, I did resort to using the same postcard images more than once.

August 24, 2008

Post No Bills, II

There is only one
yard sale. It travels,
enchanted like Santa's sleigh,
from house to house, the same
a-bag-one-dollar. Rare
treasures of suburban
archeology. No early
birds, please.

August 25, 2008

Scrap Wood, Seattle Alley

Sparrows sun on the fence post.
Monarchs paint the lavender
of a butterfly bush with yellow
and orange wing strokes.
After weeks of rain, mushrooms
finally dry to sawdust
amid a pile of scrap wood.

August 26, 2008

Statue, Boston Common

Bats have squeezed through
chinks in the brick inches wide.
If I had a gargoyle,
he would warn them away
before my high pitched screams
confused sonar, sent them careening
into walls and ceiling, lurching
back into comforting night.

August 27, 2007

Everglades Bug, II

Cicadas slow their song.
If I shut my eyes
to the sharp angle
of this late sun, refuse
to accept the green
leaching from maple
and oak, still I would
know winter comes.

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