Every garden needs one:
a bit of brassy blare
a self-proclaiming optimist
its very own solar flare.
Author Archives: Oddment
Connections: June 27.17
The library was a bike ride away
back in the day
bumping up
oof
and down
ow
the curbs
back in the day
my kingdom for a basket!
handlebars and books
precarious one-girl circus
back in the day
a tiny place, that library
in a big summer
and the books whispered
take me for a ride on your bike
to that cushy old blanketed couch
in your cool damp basement
and don’t forget
what this was like
back in the day.
Thanks again to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
And thanks also to the Poquoson Library, Virginia, and all libraries!
Connections: June 25.17
Vined and twined and tendril’d
bulbaceious tantalization
the first fruit of the garden
is always anticipation.
Connections: June 23.17
Coffee raises eyelids
but a gardener’s real buzz
comes from the morning sun
caught on tomato fuzz.
Connections: June 16.17
The cosmos is so vast a place
more than we can fathom
yet here in my small parcel
no bigger than an atom
a wonder big as anything
unfolds in ordained mystery
as testament to irony
in summer’s ruffed consistory.
Connections: June 12.17
Two prim and proper homes
one tired and hollowing trunk
the stage is set, I fear,
for resounding loud ka-thunk.
Thanks again to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
Connections: June 11.17
At the corner of Useless and Broken
near the Unresolved/Hopeful junction
a city of storage arises
awaiting its Extreme Unction.
Fragments and miscellany
tethering us to — what? —
the past? a loss? a wish?
a monument to glut?
Irony in cubes:
crowded emptiness
in corrugated sepulchre
I own my need for less.
