the breeze this summer is more austerely rationed than
wartime bread
thank God for the crickets’ generosity, filling stale air with music
July has been uncertain, filled with rumors of mortality, and
August has not helped,
and my wife carries the worrying for our son like a shroud
the porch is a church tonight as we respect the dark and
choose to light no candles;
we have been speaking without a single word as the sauce simmers
promising the solace of a meal prepared with volunteer tomatoes
and the music tonight comes from small creatures
scraping their legs on their bellies like guitars
Emotional with Zen-like peacefulness. I love the imagery.
A wonderful evocation of a summer eve…
Absolutely beautiful. It felt as if I were there. So rich with feeling and imagery. Thanks 🙏
Thank you. Love this.
Just gorgeous …makes me appreciate the summer that much more.
I can see it all through Juan’s eyes. There is a sense of tension and conern underlying every line.
“crickets’ generosity”…”rumors of mortality”… exquisite.