summer morning
after leaving the boardwalk
i write a poem
and place it in a bottle
for the ocean to read
pouring rain
a robin searches for worms
on the front lawn
i think about that bike trip
to the shore in the rain
a ground hog
stops and looks both ways
before crossing the street
i think of how hard it was
to get our kids to do that
the new fence
around the garden
tore down by kids
i recall destroying
my brother's model car
a little girl
plays with her doll
on the side porch
memories of my sister
holding emily susan
a sparrow
sips dew droplets
in early morning
barefooted i cross the wet grass
to fetch today's paper
a baby rabbit
chewing dandelion leaves
in the front yard
i think about the cost
of yesterdays salad
dark sky
a bright jupiter
rises above the trees
i think of a poem
by walt whitman
cemetery
the names of the dead sink deeper
into the autumn leaves
i sweep them with my hands
uncovering my mothers name
bitter cold outside
african violets bloom
in the warm kitchen
i stand waiting
for the coffee water to boil
for sale
large farm equipment and tomb stones
at the west end fair
i sit on a bench
listening to country music
above the trash cans
above the trees
the stars of orion
lie on their side
in the western sky
chilly winds
the leaves of autumn
tumble down the street
where i've lived
for over forty years
a hawk flies away
mockingbird feathers
scatter in the wind
my thoughts about
how delicate our days are
walt whitman's tomb
seeing leaves of grass
still growing there
i imagine hearing him say
what i assume you shall assume
mausoleum
seeing only darkness
through the peep hole
i look into the past
and into the future
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