summer night poem
June 1 2006 at 5:02 PM sespy
the cat
sits
looking at
the roof
sloping down
to the grass
and bugs
( some lightning )
some trees
( goliath pine )
that big pile
of fireplace wood
will be waiting for
months
i sit
in front of
a small fan
the evening
rising up
as the sun takes its
heated slip
ready to alight
like an owl
waiting for the night
glowing saucers
enrapture me
through these words
i see
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