Explosions #4

My neighbors are

filling the space

with explosions.

Celebrations of the

4th. I watch the

fireflies rising in

my yard.

Explosions #3

I watch the fireflies

flicker higher and

higher, the

tree down the street

still catching light

my neighbors celebrate

with explosions. The

cicadas sing through

it all.

My neighbor’s firecrackers

do not shower the sky

with red, white and

blue. They explode

like bombs or guns.

The warm night full of

sounds that take me

back to the war I

wasn’t in. The one

I hope never to have

to run from in

escape.

Explosions #2

 

My neighbors enjoy

explosive celebrations. On

New Years Eve, they

fire guns. Tonight, in

the Georgia heat,

they explode

fireworks.

Drumming

The drummer looks

so happy as he makes

the drums talk, speaking to

the Kora Back and forth they

play and smile at

each other.

Outside, my neighbors

firecrackers whistle

and explode.

Peach Sky

“Night Wing” by Roger Dean

The sky is peach this evening.

The cicadas are singing.

Fireflies glow and

blink.

Earlier, I thought about

an old friend.

This evening, she

stopped by on her

evening walk. I went a ways.

She walked me back.

Red sky at night…

Sometimes

Sometimes a postcard

chooses it’s own

picture.

 

Sometimes, a

postcard chooses

it’s own

picture.

 

Sometimes,

a postcard

chooses a picture

on it’s own.

Vegetables and Fireflies

Corn on the cob, new sweet potatoes,

okra, tomatoes, dinner

from the farm.

At dusk, the sun still skims the

tops of the oaks.

Down here in my

yard, fireflies

flicker in the

shadows.

Fireworks

The sun has almost

moved beyond the

tree tops. Fireworks

explode down the

street.

Cars going past and

in the gloom of my

yard at dusk, the

fireflies begin to

flicker. Soon the

cicadas will join

them.

July 4th

Explosions of fireworks, sun

still touching the tops of the trees.

In my wild yard, fireflies

flicker. Dinner’s done.

Refrigerator waiting to be

cleaned.