sunset junkie

tiny blue bird in green-leafed branch outside my window
i guess indigo bunting
8 something a.m.

_______
snow and snaps together i say
lifting darien’s harvest bucket
in the pea beds
(darien who is armored in two layers of shirts
against the droves of mosquitoes)
_______

kneeling in the peppers
cloaked in the scent of bug repellant
i ask the name of the weed
that reminds me of the
houseplant named wandering jew
smart weed trish says
and darien holds up two different varieties of it

_______

this is where that plus one comes in handy
darien says reaching to shove peppermint oil-soaked fabric
into the gaps in the ceiling and along the window frame
to keep the mice away

_______

alline’s fluffy coconut cake
(white cake with white sweet frosting
with white shavings of coconut )
on a small white plate

_______

what is said about the white kitten
that arrived several days ago
and could fit in a tea cup
and who constantly needs to be held
by someone: too young

_______

rachel, mica, alyson, zoe, maikwe and i
gathered around  sunset
(highway to heaven style
only with bright pinks and oranges
alyson says it looks like a gondola
going under a bridge in a venice canal)
not far from the ultimate field and pond path
thunderhead clouds alyson says
and when i try to say cumulonimbus
i mispronounce it as cumunimbulous
which sounds hilarious as soon as i say it

which means we are all laughing
(the kind of laughter that feeds itself
into becoming more laughter)
and i am doubled over with it
especially when someone says it sounds
like cunnilingus followed by a
mention of fellatio

_______

i’m a sunset junkie
i say on the quick-as-we-can
(to move through the mosquitoes)
walk back down main street

_______

zoe on mouth trumpet
emory beat boxing
while mica and i sing
goodnight irene while we
roll up the gravel hill west
into fucked-up-good sunset orange

_______

arriving home
peppermint smell wafts
through upstairs karma

_______

unnamed phenomenon: the feeling of encountering an old photo of yourself
that, as far as you can remember, you’ve never seen before
something like creating a new 20-year-old memory

_______

from the water world:

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A man douses a motorist with water, during St. John the Baptist Feast Day celebrations in San Juan city, metro Manila.
Picture: REUTERS/Romeo Ranoco

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Syrians tackle a blaze caused by what activists said was an air strike by forces loyal to President Bashar al-Assad, in Maaret al-Naaman, Idlib
. – bbc, day in pictures

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Children in the Philippines are hosed down by firefighters ahead of celebrations of the feast day of Saint John the Baptist in Manila.
– bbc, day in pictures

 

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