Perhaps August Doesn’t Know

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The humidity drowns out flowers,
the gem birds, the jewel songs – gone,
steamed vegetables – still growing,

Perhaps August has forgotten how
we suffer – breathing in the hot rain,
our garments sticking to their battles,

Then there’s a B&B in New Hampshire
that measures the temperature in
steaming cheddar biscuits eaten in A/C,

And at night, there is a down comforter
for each guest, and the hot water bill
goes through the roof every summer.

Perhaps August doesn’t know it’s winter
at Barthe & Bramble B&B, maybe we
just might stay ’til the leaves,

‘Til the first frost, when it’s safe
to come out, maybe we move in, maybe
we make ’em all three dog nights – this
summer’s end, this bubbling peach
cobbler season.

 

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I Got To Thinking…

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I like that sun showers
don’t require shovels.

I feel better when muffins
have taken up with poppy
seeds.

Whenever possible, I
invite the moon in.

There are flowers that I
can recite from memory.

I love it when the lawn
engages in rabbits.

I mix apples and oranges
like nobody’s business.

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