Sunday, June 13, 2010
Alive and well in NY
NY Spring
I think the word is muggy
when clothes stick and showering
does little to relieve you.
The hills here are old and
round shouldered. Green nobs
roll in all directions.
Caterpillars creep up houses
drop from trees, and
squish under foot.
By the sluggish Allegany
weeds grow tall
and woodchucks burrow deep.
Lightning splits the night sky.
Thunder wakens the whole house
and the temperature barely cools.
Trees and flowers are all in bloom.
Sneezes blossom along with them,
and the air is almost too heavy to breathe.
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