spring daylight lingers
longer through the evening
we talk video games
coasting down hills
our bike lights blinking
by James Brush
spring daylight lingers
longer through the evening
we talk video games
coasting down hills
our bike lights blinking
the wind tugs
at leafing trees
how they dance
twisting
in the sky’s grip
rolling blackouts
how the wind howls
& the candles dance
on the radio Lizzo
feeling good as hell
breaking boughs
bent live oak branches
the weight of ice
today this mask
feels good
foggy morning
a plastic bag ripples
in an outline tree
egret eyes
and sudden wings
my yard work helper
throws mud, laughing
high forties
running through sprinklers
in filthy pj’s
the moon
cradled in elm
branches
plastic ghosts
sway on the wind
long autumn
shadows
full trees still
cling
to summer
a sulphur butterfly
rides prairie wind
late sunflowers
lean heavy
against a barbwire fence
a gray stone
shaped just like the moon
in his pocket
afternoon’s treasures
bang in the washer