1.
this morning i walked my kid
to his summer school bus
and he asked me daddy
why is it foggy
and i thought
about it a little
and told him i did
not know why
it was foggy
see that
is the great
thing about fog
2.
ways in which
to measure wind
keep front door open
while nursing cups
of coffee in your foyer
watching it flap back and forth
shutting your eyes
and pressing ear up
against screen window
hearing it rush and ripple
through the crabapples distant
trees all the world all the universe
3.
drinking coffee
in the morning
already drained
beside red fish
in blue fishbowl
in the kitchen
and from
behind curtain
of the wilderness
comes the sudden
clap of thunder and
finally alas the rain
turning the lichen & lake
& lagoon brighter
verdant, vibrant
creatures creep
in from out of
the forest
everything
evens out
in the end
4.
always loved
the sound
of thunder
its rumbles
bringing me
straight back
to childhood
communicating
to me while i was
camped out
holed up inside
the movie theater
5.
literally coming out
dazed, delicate
to the mist
sweeping
& feathering
the puddles
of the parking lot
almost an extension
to what you just saw
6.
hong kong gardens
& bowl-a-rama & the bones
of a newly-crashed helicopter
lying in a mangled smoky
heap on the side of the road
returning to your paint-by-number home
stroked in sun
and soaked
by the black
& white
silverscreen
light of slums.
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