Too Hot

it is as hot as Texas in Washington except there is no air conditioning. Here it is not normal to be in the 100s. Sit in shade. Take off the drab jeans and t-shirt. Put on a wrap-a-round.

too hot

for clothes

naked gardening

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dVerse prompt to write a quadrille with the word wrap.

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Too Hot

The Magpies

When just a boy

his Aunt Eva sat at table

playing cards with her friends

they called themselves The Magpies

and he crawled beneath

among their sequoia legs

while over head the squawking

of the birds

At the internment of this aunt

one lone magpie

flew into the small cemetery

as if to say

I am here

I am here

remember me

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dVerse prompt to write a corvid poem

The Magpies

When the Garden Speaks

Tomato said, “I will speak for the life of the sauce that finds me squashed or diced and sometimes whole.

Fig said, “I will speak for the jam that sweetens my flavor in a delightful spread on biscuit.

Onion said, “I belong in every garden, in every dish and in your tears.

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NaPoWriMo Day 20 prompt to write a poem that anthropomorphizes food.

When the Garden Speaks

Spin On

there would be day and there would be night on the first day

water will not spill over the edge of this rough existence but tides will be sometimes high and sometimes low

(compressed over time

into a spiritual shape

of shadows)

spin factor that keeps balance and movement in the right direction

perfect union with the creator

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NaPoWriMo Day 18 five answers to an unstated question

Spin On

Blooms

I want to know what makes a flower bloom

My tulips look like I planted upside down

Iris are all green with lanky stalk

Lilies look so small and disarrayed

Is it the lack of nutrients in the soil

Or winter’s low shading of the sun

My pear tree must have flower to fruit

Without blooms peas and beans retreat

Do not waste away another day

It’s time to fertilize fertilize fertilize

Come alive

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NaPoWriMo Day 16 prompt to write a curtal sonnet.

Blooms

Scene One of My Life

Exterior Afternoon

A baby is sleeping in a baby buggy under an old elm. The sun is shining on the buggy.

Voice Over

Jane There is something heartfelt about being born in Iowa.

A small butterfly flies into the buggy and lands on the baby’s nose.

The baby wakes up.

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NaPoWriMo Day 14 prompt to create the first scene of your life.

Scene One of My Life