Hello July
July 1, 2009
July came
with reduced heat
but plenty of shine,
flexing its thermal muscles,
ramping up
to what will be unbearable,
giving good reason
to flee northward
and not return
till fall’s respite.
haiku
June 30, 2009
summer is a whirl
pool dragging me into
lethargy
.
Godspeed
April 29, 2009
in the electric air of
this early summer evening we
speak of what
will come to pass
while you’re away
and
wind chimes ring
hollow and low
filling the spaces
between our sad words
which we mask with laughter
in vain.
the first bite of fall
August 20, 2008
this morning
i felt the first bite
of fall
as if sneaking in before
sunrise
testing the waters
of the atmosphere
i walked into its
sharp chill
eyes and lungs widened
as if breathing in a secret
by dawn summer returned unaware
of the thieving season waiting in the wings.
The Bad Summer Daze
July 22, 2008
O how many summer mornings shall be filled with anger
When cooperation can be the first solution ?
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O how many summer mid days are filled with joy
While pain exists so deep within our souls ?
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O how many summer evenings drag on in dullness
Without distraction or relief from all the hurt ?
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O how many more days must I wait in the heat
While time continue to pass me by ?
12 Jul 08
July 14, 2008
was it the night
we sat on steps avoiding
others so we could speak secrets and dreams until 4am?
or was it the time
we walked in the park in
autumn sat on a bench beneath
the night acutely aware of our hands and the distance between them?
or was it that Thursday
the first time my lips fell into yours
in the background the treading percussion of Explosions in the Sky?
or was it that Sunday
at circle of hope when I calculated the exact pressure
of your hand on mine to equal the love of God and kept it to myself?
was it in old city
beneath the din of eighties hip hop
when I told my friends I would marry you someday?
was it in spanish
stumbling mispronunciations and incorrect accents
in an attempt better know those who mean the world to you?
was it in harvard yard
dressed as wizards wandering and wondering
where we could find the best butter beer in cambridge?
or was it the summer
we spent unemployed reading and mastering
the NY times crossword puzzle then emerged, merged adjusting our eyes to autumn?
or was it that night
in central PA when you showed me how
to cup both hands to carefully catch these drifting constellations?
I cannot say exactly
when
only
somewhere
between my hands and yours
between sunset and sunrise
between the top and bottom step
between the mountains and the atlantic
between jersey and philly
between te amo and mahal kita
between the upbeat and downbeat
between the first and last page of this notebook
between one thousand and one days ago and today
I fell in love with you.
and even to partially properly articulate this
it will take my entire life
an infinite number of pages
and perfectly placed kisses
(which is part of my plan)
but something tells me
nothing will match
the simple eloquence
of your hand
in mine
some evening
fifty summers from tonight.
this summer
June 9, 2008
this summer
let’s drop off the face of the earth
and then emerge, merged
adjusting our eyes to
autumn.
haiku
June 5, 2008
heads down
dreaming on the cusp
of summer.
