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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!
