Tagged: home

the fig tree is ripe

the fig tree is ripe
with robins this morning, knocking
off heavy fruit to

pick at across the lawn as
we wait for the main event
.
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summer friday rain –

mama conjured a

this must be the place,

this must be the place,
said one creature to the other,
the aroma of

apples and spice cooked over low
heat escaping into the yard
.
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even in the big

even in the big
city, the “little” enclaves –
Chinatown, K-Town,
Little Senegal, Guyana,
Italy, Poland, India –
cannot contain
the vastness
of our mothers’
spices, simmering
on the stove
.
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the heat wave rolling

the heat wave rolling
into town knocks out our ACs,
the hummingbird still

visits, doing aerial
acrobatics, not sweating
.
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we count down the days

after all these years,

the sparrows outside

the sparrows outside
my window are forever
collecting fallen

twigs and leaves to build a home –
city dwellers, on the move
.
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