Poems August Running

Today

Today,
Yellow stone flowers,
Red geraniums,
Giant purple violets,
Daisies, and clover are
Coming in from the fields.
Eighty and ninety degree days again

Some people learn language to learn languages.

An hour or less;
Then a day until tomorrow.

Remember the sun at August,
Last year,
Every running day?
Is it going to be a near year
Of heat waves?

Then a song an image away
For self-expression.
There, one or two
Going to the park in poetry.

Form book
Language.
Fluent,
Stylish homes,
Vacations.

In a month everyone will visit the home
Of my boyfriend
And the poet;
And sit at home in a room
Waiting for the television,
Black and white,
And all of the folk dancers.
Dance with
The folk dancers in the summer
Dust;
Yellow brick, stone,
And folk dancers
In the most colorful
Costumes.

One more day at the post office waiting for him to
Send a postcard.
Is that the nearest day
Outdoors,
Summers and fall,
Walking through the town?

He's home again,
Summer, waiting for the mail to go out
Of a small town;
Waiting for a telegram to arrive
In a small town.

White tipped tree,
Florets like lilacs;
The pines have light
Needles still.

The summer is his season.

The beeches again,
And the places where the spruce
And pine used to be;
Clearing again this year.
The geraniums never stop the
Clearing every spring;
No green left from
World's
Cycle of work.
Train
Travel every year;
Where friends and family
Spend the time of day talking to people,
As well as the time alone.

After a year of travel;
Friends,
In the afternoons;
At four or so;
Drive over to visit and talk;
Later this year;
A few days
Out singing
On the bus going home.
He wants to go again.

He just went out
Yesterday;
Birthday in ten days;
Fiftieth;
Hard to believe

From again
Now evening;
Tomorrow is Sunday;
And plans cancelled for the year;
Bus rides to town.

Wind circles in the white bloom.
No blooms in June.
Now white blooms in June.
Cream lime light green
White leaves.