Saturday, May 17, 2008


At the close of May we

sit in deck swings and

wave, limp-wristed

at thick bees as they tumble

near our lemonades.

You say, “in the winter”

with a sun-ripened

tone and the first hot day

looks full of promise,

the sounds of lawnmowers

and yard work rising

all around us.


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