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June 28.20: Coping

In winter

I dream of such greens/

in lazy pools and streams

of shadow,

indolent,

sleepy,

like deep breathing

of quiet ocean/

in yellowed splotches

of summer’s hooray,

warm with memory

of sprinkler jumping,

chigger scratching,

shrilling

ready or not!

from neon popsicle mouths,

like the clover-drunk

sun-crazed bees

in happy ferment/

until,

panting,

we fall into that shade pool

and the green seeps into

our dreams.

 

 


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Connections: July 11.17

When July comes out to play,

bouncing on trampoline leaf,

climbing monkey bar stems,

sliding down the smooth

shiny pepper,

cartwheeling,

hopscotching,

hide-and-seeking in

herb tunnels,

and no one knows

how green the world can be

until the hot light leap-frogs

over itself

and we wish we could snatch it

this limpid summer air

but

unpossessable

it mocks

catch me if you can!

like childhood,

then does the garden dapple

make us stop

to fetch a memory.

 

 

 

 

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Connections: March 17.17

The shade that’s cast by brick and steel

cannot in peace compare

to shade endowed by green —

susurrous emerald air.

It cools the soul and slows the heart

pares our excess ways

says “only this” and makes us stop

to gather up our somedays.

May green be yours, dear reader,

though winter’s not quite gone;

may you see some signs of springtime

and catch a leprechaun.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day, dear reader!

With a shillelagh salute to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives,

Vernon Hill Gallery.

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Connections: June 4

SANYO DIGITAL CAMERAHey, little bug! Do you know why you’re green?

So you can sit on a leaf and not be seen!

Yet here you are

appendicular

neon

on my screen.

Where are your bug wits? You should be more sly

hiding from hungry robin’s eye.

Is it just

that you must

touch

that raspberry sky?

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