Poems August Running

White in a Line

white in a line
a vent
for the summer air
another side of the picture frame
has two brown squares and a reflection of a leaf
two white faces
a figure
in the outline little window
statues for luck for
finals week
reaching pine
gleam brass leaves
of the rushes reaching
toward the sun
the pamphlet brochure
a Sunday driver
with my logo
on it
a set of pens blue ink
and a foreign langauge
dictionary grammar
that is all
of them
put to good works
and to good use

the beech again
is summer laden
what statue in the quadrangle
when it is home
and not a man
with a pen
a typewriter
typeface
and words
lines
words in lines
a dictionary opened
a panel kind of a sign
for the living
from the then wall
not any items to wear again
to sooth still another and a
box red cover
yellow cover
notebooks with practice
sentences written out for Christmas
glow
in the dim
cloud is only a film over air
and no sun during the evening
sky whiter now
in the red brick
corner

I wonder what the frames would be if they
were set for the typeface
and the little book
after the one reader
that didn't see that
it is the years
not the inspiration
not the talent going out
the talent coming back
at home with the practice hours
wooden coasters
kokopeli
lizards
bears
with the green
grow nearer
and in a glossy dark
sided breeze and
not any new songs
or old songs
because of the years
with a pen looking at the paper
and reading
to form
an idea
six years
after all of that
it was twelve years
at least
and several languages
later
each a start for the next
conjugally
language and logic
together in writing
and elocution
and languages
to change the inflections and puzzle at the formulations
and remember before
and earlier