Tagged: early
first of september,
first of september,
an early shiso harvest,
dad and me, wading
in its perfume all morning,
sun slowly creeping up our necks
.
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spring whistles with her
spring whistles with her
teeth at twenty minutes past
five, competing with
the clanging heat pipes waking
up early to keep us warm
.
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across the border,
across the border,
at the edge of ohio,
for a solid hour,
i wait for sunrise, only
to be greeted by morning haze
.
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someone decided
someone decided
that fig trees should
provide two
crops each year,
marking
the beginning
and the beginning
of the end of
summer, lest anyone
returns home too
early or too late, no
one has to miss out
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: crops
memories need no
memories need no
address, arriving always
ahead of schedule
.
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you wake up early
you wake up early
to make sure that i have freshly
ground meat for the day’s
projects – i wake up early
to share our family’s love
.
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4:06 a.m., you ordered a
4:06 a.m., you ordered a
ballad, as if it were on the
menu, called for it like
we had just spun the
wheel of fortune, and we
landed fairly far
afield into the post-
9/11 inappropriate
Bangles, but you
whispered close enough
as though you knew Bette
Midler was queued up next,
and we were hours till dawn
.
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vivienne, you are
vivienne, you are
exercising those powerful
lungs from the second
floor, ready for a lifetime
of song and dance, some shrieking
.
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6:53 a.m., an early
6:53 a.m., an early
bird attempts to break up
the droning of cicadas,
poking small holes into
morning’s purposeless
play –
6:57 a.m., the school
bus roars by, picking
up the pieces –
we are awake,
listening,
unlistening
.
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you are slightly late,
you are slightly late,
i am slightly early –
somewhere
on a floor just
above us, over
the hum of two
fluorescent bulbs,
someone is plotting
these data points
across multiple
axes, sipping the last
of Tuesday’s
coffee, closing the
folder on why
we never meet –
the sudden draft
is mesmerizing
.
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