Remembering Summer
I can still hear the bells
Before a storm
Ringing deeply.
Even though the sky is blue
It was orange with three rainbows
And lighting forking down
To the ground
Twisting wind around electric tines
Like spaghetti
Lifting up in an instant to feed the hungry, angry clouds.
A wasp bumps my window
So does a moth and a gnat
- Or was it a housefly?
But I can still hear the bells.
Fourteenth Way of Looking at a Blackbird
A girl says to her ducks:
"Someday I'll come out
And read to you about the blackbirds."
October Night
Raging fire,
Twilight skies.
A spark is born:
It flies,
It dies.