It’s morning again, sun.
Let’s be good together.
Tag: summer
Coming
We aren’t under the
tornado warning,
at least not officially,
but I can hear the sirens
from a long way off.
Like any whistle blown
in advance of a train.
The protests sound
out loud and clear:
Pay Attention.
Put down what
you were doing.
Look,
Black lives matter.
Now, what
you do with
your one life matters.
Where will you stand,
in the old weather
circling back around?
Travelers’ Summer
Weather stretching out
golden and blue
to encourage us all to the road.
With sunglasses and daypacks,
swimsuits and bottles of trunked water
growing warm as if they’re already
laid out in the sun.
Old Roadtrips
Find me a patch of sun I drove through.
One of those afternoons made of shadows between trees and highways.
Back to my car that only has a tape deck.
It’s not so far back as you might think.
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