Tuesday, August 11, 2009

In The Golden Afternoon

Now here is an enchanting afternoon:
Insomniac, I go out to the swing
To read and laze a bit; I've nothing soon
That must be done, no not one pressing thing.
It's warm and sunny. My friend Adam's book,
A Danneman to smoke, the air is sweet --
Then through my front yard's trees I chance to look.
My neighbor gardens shirtless down the street.
I shouldn't, but I watch, and feel the breeze,
And slowly swing. The birds sing, insects trill,
And leafhoppers land on me. How they tease;
They tickle me with tiny feet. Hold still!
Around me, ants and beetles softly creep.
I close my eyes at last, and fall asleep.

1 comment:

  1. I love this one, Kate, but there's something about line 11. I can't seem to get the rhythm.


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