One Good Tomato

It's sleepy cat belly summer
rolled over for a tickle
with a secret hum hymn.

Love locust chorus
chants high low together
singing Om, Om, home.

July sunshine ripeness
orangey limey lemon
juicy fully female heaven

Fireflies rise to meet sky
cousin star brights high
lie waiting deep dusk space.

This is the time of less is more
and one good tomato
can make your day.

July 2010.

first responder

more to respond to when I want less in midlife middle

in primal Pavlov
the fire drill rings
I come running
with heat on my back
I can do it, only me, just me
pay the bills, save the world
knit you a sweater and do it better.

a breeze will fan the flames or cool the coals

air

I tell anyone who will listen
"I want sky!"

A child just today

I named by new bike Blue Hoo, like Woo Hoo!
In spite of prudent self I took her for a ride in the dark woods.

Through the trees she's a smooth ride into the deep twilight
into the mystery

Blue Hoo.

This is the midlife feel, risky, lungs filled
and in the dark woods and shadows I find
myself.

Exhilaration, no sounds but breath and bike
moon on the right, then on the left
peaking and dancing on the edge of sight.

Artemis pedals on in the night. 

small words

poetry seems pure
it doesn't want much
like songs or novels
or big speeches

it doesn't want millions and minions
modestly and honestly
it doesn't need a chair to stand on
or a loud voice

it just wants to be loved
for small words

rabbit

i woke up at 4 am
missing art
missing art
my rabbit foot is tangled in a snare
run rabbit run
freedom is just inches away
for beauty
for beauty
if i could just get loose