it's been a water summer,
a summer of water.
skin smelling of rain, my soul a deep spring.
i never knew, i would be apart
of this liquid heart.
dragonfly dreaming,
homemade bread,
hanging out in a bell jar.
baking soda magic, pulls out
the sting.
you took the black road,
i took the white.
spark in my eye.
i am the light, quiet pulse in a dark night.
lighting bug glow, rising. star sparkle,
milky way ride.
there were yellow jackets in the Mary garden,
they stayed for two full moons.
they would swarm,
when we we came searching for
hummingbird medicine.
flying into my sunflower and snow
hair, tangled with my
off-key tune.
they would buzz
but never sting.
all the while, Ella would
sing.
my voice has changed.
the world has changed.
but i won't cry,
ah, i lie
you know i do.
sometimes.
it's been a summer of
sweet heat.
the deer with her fawn,
curled in sleep at
the roots of the
hurricane tree.
she lives a soft, wild life
full of wild weeds and
fantastic fear.
all the while we make
our way towards mountains
of smoke.
turn face and head towards
the manatee river.
we take the top off.
face hit hard by
the wind of truth,
this roaring silence seizes
thought and cleans the mind.
it is summer of quiet.
storms set in plantinum.
luna moths fly towards star light.
down on the dock, we float into
the veins of the universe.
