Thursday, July 7, 2011
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Pedestrian
Two hours of walking and I
remember the plight of the pedestrian:
lone occupant of a parallel universe
invisible to drivers for whom
the world is now designed.
Sweat, sore feet and time to think
at a natural rate of speed.
Time to see...
The intimacy of smell,
both foul and pleasant-
car exhaust, sewer water, garbage
fermenting in the heat.
You are careful not to let your
face or your words
register disgust
out of respect for the context -
some kind of understanding.
Woman's hair products,
a variety of summer trees and plants,
the sudden extravagance of maple glaze.
remember the plight of the pedestrian:
lone occupant of a parallel universe
invisible to drivers for whom
the world is now designed.
Sweat, sore feet and time to think
at a natural rate of speed.
Time to see...
The intimacy of smell,
both foul and pleasant-
car exhaust, sewer water, garbage
fermenting in the heat.
You are careful not to let your
face or your words
register disgust
out of respect for the context -
some kind of understanding.
Woman's hair products,
a variety of summer trees and plants,
the sudden extravagance of maple glaze.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Independence Day Fireworks Display
Another year of bringing the kids
out to the Independence Day Fireworks Display.
You have to get there three hours in advance
to stake out space on the ground to spread your blanket
and then find some way to keep the kids from disappearing in
the crowd or killing each other while waiting for darkness to fall
And when it's finally dark, you get to reflect for a second
about the passage of time, about how much they have grown
and changed since last year doing this same thing.
It's Jack's year this year.
Every explosion wrenches a vocal response from him.
"Christmas colors!"
"Blueberries!"
"Raspberries!"
"Cherries!"
"Golden hair growing out of a head!"
The crowd covers the entire field in
large numbers marked by
their glow stick wearing children -
subdued this year,
we're all a little tired -
despite the magnificent finale
that leaves Jack upside down and spent -
or maybe that's just me.
Jack's wide awake, and for him
this is just one more in a series
of best days ever.
out to the Independence Day Fireworks Display.
You have to get there three hours in advance
to stake out space on the ground to spread your blanket
and then find some way to keep the kids from disappearing in
the crowd or killing each other while waiting for darkness to fall
And when it's finally dark, you get to reflect for a second
about the passage of time, about how much they have grown
and changed since last year doing this same thing.
It's Jack's year this year.
Every explosion wrenches a vocal response from him.
"Christmas colors!"
"Blueberries!"
"Raspberries!"
"Cherries!"
"Golden hair growing out of a head!"
The crowd covers the entire field in
large numbers marked by
their glow stick wearing children -
subdued this year,
we're all a little tired -
despite the magnificent finale
that leaves Jack upside down and spent -
or maybe that's just me.
Jack's wide awake, and for him
this is just one more in a series
of best days ever.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Birthday
Dragged between
the opposing forces of
gratitude and horror
I find another year gone
a greater number reached
I also find it impossible
to understand.
Life can seem
both
too short
and too long
at the same time.
Let's feel good
about it
today though,
shall we?
the opposing forces of
gratitude and horror
I find another year gone
a greater number reached
I also find it impossible
to understand.
Life can seem
both
too short
and too long
at the same time.
Let's feel good
about it
today though,
shall we?
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