
CAROLINA ENDS IN DEEP AUGUST
Friends!, how the heat of this day has worn me
…this long eternal summer extended as if without hint
of sunset.
And the light outside forces retreat
toward concave shelters
of shadow extended
like a cool dark hand
…and shivers and chills irrupt
when the heat left over subsides,
when the fever within finally falls a degree
…and an old and fat and ruined man
fit to fry in this climate
rolls away and underneath
toward all of the moist moss
and evening dew
where night brings mercy to this cruel swamp
like the cool jazz toning from the music shack next door.
SHEEP WHO HEARD THE SHEPHERD’S CALL
A countdown sheet of steroids
difficult to loosen from the pack
Fluid lungs and wheezing hours
among the drying flowers of Fall
….sheep who heard the shepherds call
long ago
descended to the valley riffed of mountain snow
without ever looking back.
These things I know and dream
on my bed of Autumn jazz
among the distant Christmas berries
which the crows of Autumn come to glean…
lysa says
love carolina ends in deep august