An August of so many words:
Packing words Moving words Opening an art studio
words Thinking words Un-sleeping words
Teaching words Fixing words Breaking words
Aching words Family words Playing words
Beach and then road-tripping words Mountains
and many-visits words And now
I am tired of words
and the too-much they've held
Instead I want the pictures
of right now:
bushes of black eyed susans,
their skirts of petals rusting
and shriveling
girls in the pool in constant chatter
sun warming the unexpectedly-cool
August leaves, pavement, morning
sweet green smell as thick as
the cicada-sounds buzzing heavy
everywhere, loud enough
to turn down
cold fingers typing
boys in the mountains
girls at the bay
an empty summer day ahead
brown leaves blown down,
interrupting the grass' green,
remind us it's almost time
