Poems August Running

Afternoon Friday

afternoon friday
he is ready in fortis
I think
an old pine
green five-frond beech
running
no music
day
love can
will see the sun and moon
a week
love again
home
languages two
months
international community
is a smile
miss home
house
green and dirt
not all tough
living
little blue flowers

hybrid
traveled too
every year...
every year I say
one year ago
before the frost
I took the picture
vining floral blue

tall flowers and at grass
sent flowers
my flowers
blue tall flowers and white
wildflowers row

and by the ash
next to you
on a hill with
wild grass
a view of red brick
white sky

man in room
dark cool
hot sleep
not sleep
now by reunite
with old boyfriend
'seventies laugh
bed waiting down
percale
on windowsill
clock quiet
dusk
dark and dim light
night and light
shall o len ad ic tan
se domno lii
in response
mine at one is now