warm weather poems

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Low-Rent Birds

I fall for common birds

My youth misspent

With bushtits and boobies

Robin seduced me

Each and every spring

I loved her

For her breast alone

I’m still thrilled by starlings

Simple silhouettes

With little hearts as grand

As the beating cores

Of brilliant eagles

Having have no time to flirt

All birds are lovebirds

Equal in the blue eyes

Of the empty sky

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The urge to possess

I learn to anticipate your arrival
Between the angle of the sun and your hunger
Arranging myself
Waiting with my camera

One day I pull the trigger
Hold your image in my hand
And forget I ever knew you

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I wanted you to wait
For my camera
I wanted your image
And to speak your name
As if by saying, “Indigo Bunting”
I could possess you

Camera ready now
I see only air
Above your branch

Where you were
Beyond your grey perch
Behind its green leaves
The sky is bluer now

But for a name
I could have been you
On that walnut limb
At the center of the world

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a summer poem

cloud-flecked

blue air above us

summer green

surrounding warm skin

we’re free here

like butterflies

hawks, foxes

deer, serpents

like undulant trout

we’re arms and legs

splayed wide

at play with each other

spead under radial boughs

of wide open elms

we’re hot pink as thistles

and naked like the flesh of day lilies

pulsing nearby

as we pound each other

into the ground
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Image: “Summer” by Tullio DeSantis, altered ink drawing, 2011
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