waiting for the whistle

8something a.m. snapping
collard leaves bigger
than my face off
at the base of the stem
and rubberband wrapping
in bunches of eight each before
laying them in alternating directions
in plastic black crate-tubs
first brassica harvest of the season

_______

one and a half beds in south garden
while the cement mixer rumbles near the cistern-in-progress
weeded through the mulch
the satisfaction of looking back and seeing
only collards and hay down the row

_______

we rest on the railing
over the eastbound track
me holding onto my straw hat
waiting for the whistle
a line of girls (barefoot and in mennonite dress)
backs to us leaning over the opposite rail

_______

cloud train we call it
watching the shadow travel east
along the tracks

_______

on sckyhouse screened in porch
two people that don’t really drink
each with an inch or two of elderberry wine
in their tall skinny flute glasses
snacking on temperature-sensitive
chocolate/coconut bites
and chip-like rice things

_______

digging fork i say and hold
the back of my calf up to the built-in
laptop camera
transmitting a signal from here to quito
shortly after the joke about people
throwing parades everywhere because
of a photo that went viral of
two queers in northeast missouri

_______

pre-sunset light
shining in kitchen window
throwing sink faucet shadows
onto plastic white cutting board
and shining through its opaqueness

_______

rachel and i dip our fingers
in the lemon balm/catnip herb water
to wet our tattoos (cherries and a ladybug)
culled from her to-get-rid-of pile
and dating back to the 80s
(mine on my neck, hers on her shoulder)

_______

i’ve get a little book i think you’d like
rachel says
pulling a francesca lia block from the box

_______

 at the wheel of the maroon toyota truck
hading home pre-dusk
windows down sound
of gravel under tires and
the air/breeze temperature
just right on my skin

_______

moonless night
lightning bugs flashing against the dark
shapes of trees
under a lightning-flashing sky

_______

from the water world:
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A man rides through floodwaters in Ruichang, China. Picture: Xinhua /Landov / Barcroft Media – the
telegraph

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Children play with water to cool themselves down at a park in Tokyo, Japan. Hundreds have been taken to hospital and there have been two reported fatalities from the current heatwave.
Picture: EPA/KIMIMASA MAYAMA – the telegraph

Supporters of BJP shout slogans as police use a water cannon to stop them from moving towards the office of Yadav, chief minister of Uttar Pradesh, during a protest against recent rape and hanging of two girls, in Lucknow
Supporters of Bharatiya Janata Party (BJP) shout slogans as police use a water cannon to stop them from moving towards the office of Akhilesh Yadav, the chief minister of the northern Indian state of Uttar Pradesh, during a protest against recent rape and hanging of two girls, in Lucknow.

REUTERS/Pawan Kumar

 

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