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Thursday, June 23, 2011

August Loamed

(poem 6.)


August Loam


On the deck
in that blazing
loamy August 
overlooking an
acre of precious
plantings
each placed by
the hands in 
your cotton
bath-robed lap
the stone pond 
gurgling
" they think
you are not trying"

words in
the 
air, hot, pined
a flash -
twin lightning
for an instant
there in your eyes
clear
"are they off 
their minds - 
if I could do 
anything to live
I would"


quiet returned
a welcomed cool tide
on the deck
in that blazing
August moment
the stone pond
gurgling 
as you would not


three days hence
lying inside- 
a king reposed
on fine  Egyptian 
cotton
blinding white
and cool
your heart beat
clear and strong 
three last times through
my flattened palms 
on your bared chest
counting one-two-three
and then
ready or not 
still
the blazing
August sun
set
just like that

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