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Tonight it's storming; the sky dogs are baying.
Now summer drifts up like a watermelon boat, a banana hammock hung from broccoli trees, and I will get in.
After Reading Tu Fu, I Go Outside to
the Dwarf Orchard || Charles Wright
East of me, west of me,
full summer.
How deeper than elsewhere
the dusk is in your own yard.
Birds fly back and forth
across the lawn
looking for home
As night drifts up like a
little boat.
Day after day, I become
of less use to myself.
Like this mockingbird,
I flit from one thing to the next.
What do I have to look
forward to at fifty-four?
Tomorrow is dark.
Day-after-tomorrow is darker still.
The sky dogs are
whimpering.
Fireflies are dragging
the hush of evening
up
from the damp grass.
Into the world’s tumult,
into the chaos of every day,
Go quietly, quietly.
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It's good to be back among you. I read miles and miles of poetry last night to find this one, and it was like eating again after a long fast. Thanks to Carol for hosting over at Carol's Corner, and I'm looking forward to a summer of reading and writing with this Poetry Friday community!
Lovely Heidi.I especially like: Fireflies are dragging the hush of evening
ReplyDeleteup from the damp grass.
Enjoy your summer!
I like the fireflies line, also. Will you be staying with second grade next year, Heidi?
ReplyDeleteI love your images of watermelon boats, banana hammocks, and broccoli trees. And "fireflies dragging the hush of evening up from the damp grass." Wow! Be sure to check out Gathering Books post. They have some photographs that go perfectly with your post!
ReplyDeleteI love your images of watermelon boats, banana hammocks, and broccoli trees. And "fireflies dragging the hush of evening up from the damp grass." Wow! Be sure to check out Gathering Books post. They have some photographs that go perfectly with your post!
ReplyDeleteCongratulations on the last day of second grade! Elena's last exam is this morning. Whew! This month has really been a bear. Have a wonderful, creative summer!
ReplyDeleteI love Charles Wright. Here's another dwarf orchard snippet:
ReplyDelete"Snub end of a dismal year,
deep in the dwarf orchard,
The sky with its undercoat of blackwash and point stars,
I stand in the dark and answer to
My life, this shirt I want to take off,
which is on fire . . ."
Happy you are finished with the year, and can look toward summer. After returning from my vacation, and then the terrible news the next day I find " I flit from one thing to the next." also. Thanks for this from Charles Wright, Heidi.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your summer, Heidi. Great poem find.
ReplyDeleteI am fifty-four and have days of flitting about not knowing what it is I should be doing. But mostly, I am happy with where I am. Happy summer! An open book before you. What are your plans?
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your time in your hammock, Heidi! I will keep these wise words with me: "Into the world’s tumult, into the chaos of every day,/Go quietly, quietly." Thank you for sharing this beauty.
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