Overheard…

Casual Summer Conversation

the heat is off
on our honeymoon next year
just let go
we can’t find San Francisco
for the love of chocolate
drippy over packed ice cream cones
don’t peel the peaches; simply rub off the fuzz
chill a good beaujolais
what can you do with corn?
I never met a fritter that I didn’t like
wake up and smell the coffee
so not vanilla – malted milk balls
always entertain the possibility
when on the topic of a fish taco
opinions were strong, tempers flared
it’s like seeing a Rolling Stones concert
that speck of being there
swaying on a thread

ag ~ 2014

After You Let Go

What Would I Do

If I was a stone
and you suddenly come by
pick me up and skip me 
across the surface
of a long clear pond?

Would I remember
after you let go
that I was still only a stone
or would I sail a wide open sky
a shooting star on its way home?

ag ~ 2014

a shade darker

I wrote these haiku two years ago, and they are as fresh today as when I wrote them – a tribute to the wonderment of nature.

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late summer haiku

glistening sea
once a sandcastle
stood this ground

sultry air
thrasping
cicadas

barnacles
the cutting edge
of her voice

evening shadows
drift onto the dune
a day’s regrets

meteor shower
lost in
the pause

August moon
your summer face
a shade darker

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In the Distance

The Scent of Mint

Looking across the green of grass 
with daisies and deer in the distance
the first evening crickets chirp and pulse
the twilight of mid summer.

Despite yesterday’s fullness and flurry
a true celebration of summer art
on paved sidewalks –
it is today’s soft rustle of grasses
her summer skirt in full bloom
that beckons and trills
“can you come out play?”

Poets may chime and rhyme
and write edgy poems
that cherry this breath of space
however, it is simply the scent of mint
waiting for the rain
that delights my nose and heart.

Try as I may to break out
into talk beyond my ken
I am led by the hand 
back into a garden 
by she my barefoot child  
who can still wiggle her toes
into the silent words
of earthworm and stone.

ag ~ 2014