Sunday, August 25, 2019

Poem: August 24, 2019

Windows Open

Today, we can finally imagine the end
of Summer, cool mid-70s with all the
windows open, enough to make you

pause and close your eyes, enough to
suggest a long stretch, a walk and a
whiskey, and a quiet nap together, or

perhaps an hour or two with a book
beside the fire pit- Donald Hall or
Theodore Roethke, maybe a novel

from the pile beside the bed. There is
shade, and smoke and shadows, all
waiting at the edges of this August day.


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