August 10: Hat

Sun on the sidewalk.

Little boy in flip-flops, shorts,

furry leopard hat.

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July 31

July is over.

Cat watches out the window,

striped tail twitching.

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June 23: Farm stand

Summer's first strawberries.

Watching fog roll in

over the mountain.

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August 27: Cicada

Backyard, late summer--

learning a new kind of music

from cicadas.

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July 15: Hot

Steamy morning--

humming "Too Darn Hot,"

my mind on a summer past.

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June 24: Rugosa

Wild seaside roses.

Empty bait bag on the beach

for holding summer.

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June 15: Morning drive to Bangor

Long empty back roads

under perfect summer sky--

I could keep going--

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October 13: The randomness of memory

This poem, from a moment this morning...

Phrases from a song

last heard playing in a bar

this past summer.

 

...leads to this one, from a moment in August:

 

Night out by myself

on the streets of Old Quebec,

happy observer.

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September 10: Skunk hour

In the redolent dark

soccer ball on the lawn becomes

so easily a skunk

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August 20: Mums in August

At the nursery--

thousands of potted mums wait,

one (yellow) blooming.

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August 16: Late summer afternoon, Owls Head harbor

Beach bared by low tide,
kids and gulls screaming.
Later, homemade blueberry pie.

August 14: What gets me out of bed

Better than coffee--
waking to blue sky,
goldenrod blooming.

August 13: Crickets

Tonight I notice
humming of crickets--
when did summer start to end?

August 12: Sky show

walking home
after a couple of drinks
the sky a revelation

Over the Riverwalk

August 6: Cumulus

The weight of summer--

all day clouds gather and shift

atop the mountain.

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August 1: Mouth of the Ducktrap

Low tide at the Ducktrap--

from our perch on the stones

we hear distant terns.

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July 22: Farmers' Market

Camden Farmers' Market--

last strawberries of summer,

first sunflowers.

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July 18: Quest

Chased an alleged Yellow-billed Loon reported yesterday on Green Lake in Ellsworth. No luck, but spent a lovely morning with two friends scanning the waters from the pine-shaded dock owned by a random nice woman who graciously invited us to watch for it from her property.

 

No rare bird found.

Instead: wren's song, blueberries,

loon chicks, wide-open lake.

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July 11: Tadpoles

Beneath the water lilies--

fat brown tadpoles

already sprouting legs.

 

 

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July 10: Today

These satisfactions--

wood lilies blooming,

a long, good book just finished.

 

Yes, Anthony Doerr's All the Light We Cannot See was as good as everyone is saying it is. I spent the entire afternoon sitting in the sun in my green, tree-sheltered backyard finishing it, while the vireo sang on and on over my head.

 

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