July

July

The slow insect crawl
of the hot days,
sweating through clothes
in the brief walk to the car.
The blessed blast of relief
from the air vent,
the freezer door opening,
the gulp from a glass
of anything with ice.
Curse the heat, but
it's still the peak
of the year, the height
of the cycle, the light.
I would gladly trade
the cold dark months
of death for this.

More cups

Patriotism - A Right-Wing Haiku
(Five of Cups)

You. People like you.
You make us sick, so grasping,
so needy, thieving.

Why can't you take care
of your own needs at home, why
must you suck our teat,

why do you come here
with your dark skin and language
to bleed us dry? Why?

Don't you know we are
invincible? So keep back!
We will send you home

before we will share
one scrap of our wealth with you,
the land beneath us.



Falling Rock (Seven of Cups)

We drove out on the back roads
and parked by the useless gate
which stopped no one
from trespassing. We walked
around it and kept walking
down the dirt roads, left then right
then almost to the edge.
The fall is almost
impossible to see from above.
You have to know where to stop.
There are no signs.

http://www.cahabariver.net/fallrock.htm