Heat rises off pavement
like rainwater evaporating.
Sun-soaked benches burn
the backs of bare legs.
Dry ground dries out lawns
and turns weeds to stalks.
And the hottest season
is just getting started.
What will we say to our children
when we discover we were wrong?
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“It’s not a gay thing. We don’t list unmarried couples, in-laws, or pets in the free obituaries.” -- Pat Jones, the general manager of The Batesville Daily Guard.
Roy, that love you had for Golden Cloud
Cannot show its name in our papers.
Ever since Descartes proved animals
Hove no souls, animal-love has been
A perversion among the newly risen
Tombstones in Southern Arkansas.
Apparently not human enough,
Even in-laws lack a mention
For having brought the two of you
Stars together in a cowboy movie.
Where you sang your heart out
And rode more nobly than a centaur.
Dale, all those cats roaming the ranch
Are earthly sphinxes, false images
Making you believe them children
As they sprawl about the back pool
Or purr in your lap wile waiting for news
Your husband’s safe from danger.
[Disposable Poem July 2, 2011]
Dr, Mike
Today's photo is another one my wife took.
H. K.
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