Posts for June 21, 2025 (page 7)

When invitations to go to the fair resulted
in only two guys hanging out for the night

they decided that the fair was kinda lame;
let’s drink beer and shoot pool instead.

So with far more quarters than any billiard skill
they got on with a night full of laughs and swapped stories.

See how these two balls are touching? one of them pointed out.
If I tap the one, the other will go off in that angle

and a Solid fell in the side. The other responded with a shot
hit so hard that his Stripe, quote, Beybladed into the corner.

After a couple hours of this, it wasn’t so much the quarters
that ran out but the ability to shoot anything straight,

a cue to set the sticks down and take a seat
where real conversation could begin.

All the topics were on the table: life, work opportunities,
relationships–they talked a lot about relationships.

One guy, a few months into dating a girl
had only good things to say about her and his well-being,

admitting to just one challenge–different attachment styles–
but he recognized positive value in growing within that.

The other shared lamentations for his status
often going years between girlfriends.

It’s lonely at times, but he does enjoy spontaneous freedoms
such as going to a bar with a friend on a whim,

how this is not the first bro-date he’s been on, the other guys 
facing challenges like breakups or divorce,

invitations to turn singlehood into meaningfulness
helping another man keep himself together

but it’s nice to be checked in on every once in a while.
He’s not without days and nights of crushing sadness.

Not tonight, though. Tonight he feels full and content
which in turn uplifts the first guy. They’re doing good, here.

And even if it ends up being weeks
before they hang out again, they’ve achieved

a touching new level of comfort in knowing
a safety net is just a text or phone call away.

I follow the bees that follow the breeze
into the unknown, the honeycombs.
I roam alone, in the rim of skies,
blowing into Breezehome in Bri’s home.

This home is a haven, a heaven—
a flowerbed of rooms and blossoms,
with room to bloom, rosy and cozy.

If bees could talk, they’d blush with love
when they greet their drippy honey hive.

A delightful sunny day to love bees’ home.

in my heart
a tiny pink bird 
shattered

wrote a poem 
called “shattered” then
a broken winged 
                              bird

is a car stuck in traffic
a spark-sputtering machine
running low on gospel
June bug violating the windshield

Pinnacle:

pour your heart into
my cup. it may be chipped but
its base will hold firm

Britches pinned to shirt.
Proportionality off,
Pants (ideally) on.

The basswood hosts a congress of snouts
and does not ask who sent them.
It simply is —
leaf, bark, nectar, frass —
a trembling where wings arrange themselves
into the shape of summer’s next desire.

You don’t need to know
what’s on your mind.
You just need to let it light,
briefly,
in the shade.

                         labor-intensive process          plowed the land  sowed             seed bed, transplanted     shoots                     endless weeding                           topped the blooms                                removed worms           watched the weather                                                                   the whole family        cut the crop bring it to a barn for curing,     then strip     stalks. If weather held     if prices were high bills paid     income saved.     too often the reverse occurred      suffering resulted.                                  a plant that held the state hostage 

A New History of Kentucky
Lowell H. Harrison 1997

The Courtesy of the Blind
                             after Wislawa Symborska

All light has faded from your world
Touch and love of shape now foreground
My hair, my hands, the Peter Rabbit pop-up book  

This contemporary furniture exhibit
Is not open to the third eye of your fingertips
You consent to narration and a wheelchair  

Leaning down, I speak to your faded hearing
I know what you need to know
Sketch the curve of this chair into your palm  

How gorgeous! you cry out
Oh! Oh! when you learn the materials            
The mix of woods, that iron frame juxtaposed!  

You ask the designer and how it was constructed
I reach for anything I can            Linda you say
Thank you, this is fabulous. No one could do this like you.  

Of course Mom, you taught me how to see