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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: 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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