(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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