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Tuesday, June 17, 2025

 

THE TROUBLE WITH GETTING OLD

 

Is that not everyone does

Someone is left

With what remains

 

In the brain

 

Unpreventable intrusions

Infusions?

 

Phantoms

Rummaging

Jostling for brain space

 

Is there still room in there?

 

Do these visitors occupy

Empty areas?

 

Or do they create

Maybe dignify

New spaces

That might have

Mouldered away?

 

That is the hope

Welcome, spooks

 

DRK

4/5/2025

 

SUMMER SOLSTICE FROM THE PORCH

The late afternoon sun sends its rays
Angled high
Down through the leaves
Swirling shadows
That encircle me

A summer sanctuary
 
Serves me
And a passel of birds
I am glad to host
Last minute feeding
Then an announcement 
Of that perfect roost

The angle of the sun lowers
addressing trees higher on the hill
Then climbs those trees
And lifts the day away

A Michigan alpenglow

Dusk, cooling, the wind now gone
The aroma of once freshly cut grass
Now works its way up from the ground
As a more pungent drying hay

Encore

Solar lamps
Pop on before ten
For a moment of cheer
Then gradually dim

Bird chatter, gone
Darkness slips in

Tomorrow’s show begins
With cocktails around four
After Carole, with her hose
Has had a chance to visit
Each new seed and flower


DRK
6/19/20