June 28

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Now overcast and sultry,
I miss the lake

and its heart-stopping
coldness. The pace

of life adapts–
the neighborhood cat

sulks lazily away
from the spray of the hose

upon its limp leaf lair.
A task for today: uproot

the snarl of bleached
pea-vines, shy spring

no match for this
heavy-handed weather.

In the distance, now,
what might have been thunder–

and now it’s truly summer.
I have no plans

that can’t be changed
so I open all the windows,

summoning, waiting,
to listen to the sky

as it crumples,
to feel the rush

of a tenderfoot breeze,
to put away work, impenitently

to while away
a day’s remainder–


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