At home
my aimless mind
writes poemless lines.
Homeless under
trees or sky,
my lines take aim
to fly.

Friday, July 4, 2014

Of Chicory

For coffee's sake, I mean to dig the chicory
but when time comes to dig, I can't.
Too in love am I with the tenacity
of that midsummer heat defying plant.
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