early september

August 24, 2009

Crickets cheer from

beyond porch screen,


cigar smoke circles

this old night.


I lay asleep at

grandpa’s feet,


Red Sox winning

three  to one.



with each wave
these last moments
bathe our consciousness

there was nothing else…

(but jobs are waiting)

put the tiny shells
in your pockets
I tell the boys

so the big ones won’t crush them.

two buddies –
they are eleven
never to be eleven again.

the breeze hides my tears.


black frog

August 24, 2006

mid summer day
frog jumps across road
black bubbles pop

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