Last Summer



A poem about the sights and sounds I hear when outside on the deck. :>) I must have written this last summer -- I just discovered it again. Thus, the title.

Last Summer


Dog at the edge of the deck,

Black sideburned bone enthusiast,

lizard on the netting

an acrobat, lithe in a green leotard.

Wind chime, silver rods dangle,

copper meets pedestal

but too slowly in this heat

to ring.


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is intermittently down.

I frown and get for my cure

a smoke and a margarita,

a half-moon lime perched on its side.

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