Sunday, July 21, 2013
In a summer of spearmint
& sinuous heat, books
dismantled on the hearth,
our heart beats one two
for an emergent emergency,
forms come from each plaint
of this chest & that.
Ain't got no Florida up in this grave, today. Great men perch along fenceposts with condors, buzzards, bald eagles,
& other connoisseurs of carrion.
Crawl at me like a Stutz Bear-Cat, Jim. Sum up the summer with a frothy refreshment.
What's black & white
& read all over?
A few months ago, it was a newspaper, & the answer was the answer to my daughter's favorite riddle, because she's only four & she'd never seen a newspaper until I showed her one last week.
"Daddy, that's not red!"
But it was.
Summer of Sharknado & Northeast heatwave. Summer my friend sent a book out into the world.
Summer of chest heaves & miniature donuts.
June was wet & melancholic,
July is hot & patriotic.
August will be august & sincere.