Kansas: 81 and steamy with a few sprinkles
Lament of the first born
Bug, bug, bug.
My brother always bugs me.
Squish, squish, squish.
My father will not let me.
© Kåre Enga [164.180d] 2007-08-18
So my friend's son turns 5 on Monday. That means I've been looking at little things through a child's eye. Wrote a bunch of 4 line poems. So ... I sent him a card today with frogs on it and put two scarlet macaw feathers inside (one yellow, tipped in green; the other blue).
Been reading X. J. and Dorothy Kennedy's book Knock at a Star (a child's introduction to poetry). Good poems and makes me want to write more short poems and poems for children.
IMAGES:
Bugs ... the dipsy-doodle flight of bright yellow goldfinches; moths; a sleeping possum; Edgar Allen Crow 
saying in a human voice, "caw, caw, caw".
It's not quite as hot but plenty muggy and it rained lightly this evening already. I'm at Aimee's listening to the Petroglyphs. Kevin Rabas, part of the duo, is a poet: http://www.writing.com/main/redirect.php?redirect_url=http://www.kevinrabas.com
The din of drops from grey heavens on the roof of the cross-over walk. The dripline a wet river dividing the ground that lies puddled from the cracks of dying scorched earth.
And the trees turning grey and the buildings shrouded in mist and the clouds rumbling, bound for the East.
Moist bath of hot summer steam. Is this the warning that lobsters, crayfish and frogs ... do not heed?
Thinking of you:
Cousin Barbara in Hattiesburg, Mississippi: 79. The stormy season is upon us again. Will Dean turn north?
The folks where my dad grew up, Okmulgee, Oklahoma: 89. Enough rain this year?
Bruce in Missouri City, Texas: 82. I know you folks don't need more rain!
82 in Kingston Jamaica: thinking about all the folks who won't make it through Hurricane Dean ...
Little G in West Seneca, New York: 66. Cool sleeping weather ... only 2 more days to go!
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