Bluefin TunaBitter friend, pour me the sound of mountainsclimbing under the waves like spreading gills.These fingers liftTo the ones left behindTo the ones silentTo the ones hunted and cradledup and out of the grass green watersin gentle nets: I say, you do not surprise meknocking the waves and wood with sullen flank.You are not unfamiliar, in your blue slip,in this dust of droplets, saltingfirst the dry dock, then the ice.
When the kettle explodesWhen the kettle explodes into shrill white steam, I will not be there.When you look up,the cup will notbe in my hand, the swirling teaspoonnot in my other. The world will shatter, without me,on the edge of a machine recording.I will be your dial tone.
When sadness leavesSadness left me, turnedand closed the doorand hasn't stopped by since."You have no right to me," it said."Just give me one reason," it said."And we'll be together," it said.Dried prunes in the bowl on the tablehad nothing to say. The cat,even less."How dare you," I said."You never put the toilet seat down," I said."I'm better off without you here," I said.And hoping sadness would get held upin a Market Street bazaar, or robbery in progress,I crossed its name out in my address book,and crying, tried to come up with a reason.
Will I also returnI was young as spring,and held to autumn's windlike pomegranates in the highest branches, before crows hollowed them autumn flurries returnwith the scent of fallen fruit,dying leavescrushed underfoot, shelter for next spring
Maple PhoenixesPhoenix spreads brittle wingslike dry skin across maple trees--a mosaic of red leaves.
Crispyautumn afternooneach step down the lane shattersheralds of a change
AutumnA warm bathe of sunlightfrost coated air hangs heavy.Welcome to Autumn.
little green lizardsswift little lizardsdisplay on bushes and wallsthey're looking at melayers of little lizardsas far as the eye can see
Cherry Strawberries No bigger than apebble. Wild strawberry gemsharboring rabbits‘neath the boughs of the blue spruce at the bend in Cherry Street. © L. L. Kelly 2014
Bigearswebbed wings aflutterfurry flyer zips, zigs, zagscatching bugs and vibes
ElixirElixir, by David NicholasThe gift of waterA clear, scentless refreshmentOf peerless repute.Let me count the waysOf how this magic liquidIs vital for life…Revives your vigorRelieves crippling fatigueTo focus on task.Suppresses hungerBoosts metabolic levelsBoom, easy weight lossFlushes your toxinsImproves your skin complexionKeeps you regularImmune system’s friendA migraine’s worst enemyAnd kills cramps & sprainsLifts your mood to heightsHigher than Everest’s peakAnd it’s cheap to boot!And yet we’re guiltyOf shunning this elixirFor delish death drinks…
Squirrels in the TreesSquirrels jump from tree to treeso nimble so agilei can watch them all day.