dirt on the welcome mat

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she sells
butterfly shadows
and handfuls of
cantaloupe strings
in a summertime stand
just off the fringe
of highway dust
and blurry pavement heat

she gypsy flings
earnings to
the breeze until
sound brushes through
her hair like wind chimes,  
dimes roll from pocket seams
like dreams,
not missed
unremembered

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She sat like the blurred words
Of a popsicle stick joke as
The cold blue
Of the waiting room
Dripped from her thoughts
To her hands
Until the seconds stuck to each other
Like the pages of her magazine,
Shining sideways
In a puddle on the floor.
And the hard hairbrush carpet,
Already grown into her soles,
Pricked both feet mercilessly
While she
Remembered summer
Disposably sweet.


Our sweaty hands

Reached up and pulled them as they waved,

Fistfuls of summer leaves

Whose veins ran cool through

Green apple skin and

Soft undersides.

We held them up

Until our skin turned pink

And the sun spun purple in our eyes.

Around our fingers, each leaf curled,

Then with sun rays fell

And stayed a while in our front yard.


You’ll be okay
Because tomorrow’s pinky-promising you
Flowers and warm rain
And laughter bright as lemonade, 
Heavy on the sugar.

You’ll be alright
Because the sun’s already working
On a wake-up surprise just for you,
So colorful and new,
It’ll take the whole morning
Just to unwrap.


grab the diving board
and wrap it around your waist,
taste the salty snacks floating

to your sun-kissed fingers
as you dangle your feet
in sparkling water

with warm waves
that tickle toes
until they hang soft and loose,

letting tension fall with the bugs
to the bottom
of the pool.


Our tongues lie down

Like breeze-brushed

Hayfields in the summertime,

Dry but alive

And dancing

In their own weary way,

Each golden grain

Saying much with little

Snake-like flicks,

Sharply sentencing

The sky forever to

The cracked clay.


Chlorine and sunscreen
And mean
Swimming instructor.
Do the butterfly stroke
Or float or
Like a nervous blowfish,
Just bobble
Blue-faced,
Tread water until
You taste towels
And a t-shirt
On the ride home.
Can’t swim in the shallow,
Well,
Give it a go 
In the can’t touch- 
Learn or
Drown deep, down
You go
Praying for snow
Or sickness
Until school starts again.