Saturday, August 5, 2023

SUMMER POEMS

LATE

While I
transcribe poems,
darkness falls. Only spots
of sky visible through maple,
oak leaves.
~ ~ ~ ~

EACH YEAR

Friday
before Sunday's
birthday, Florida son
sends a local florist over with a
bouquet.
~ ~ ~ ~

WHAT A VIEW

Summer
sight: low--cannas;
medium--goldenrod;
taller than shed roof, the Rose-of-
Sharon.
~ ~ ~ ~

YARD WORK

Eric
weed-eated, mowed.
I also weed-eated,
cleaned leaves and Bermuda from east-
most beds. 
~ ~ ~ ~

BIG TASK

Must go
inside and work
more on the memoir, lest
editor calls asking "where's the
next batch?"
~ ~ ~ ~

c 2023 PL dba lovepat press, Benton AR USA

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