torches at the front

hap-py birth-day! i announce
to emory upon first sighting
a cosmo bloom for you i say
and hand him the fuschia-petaled wonder
_______

two tupperwares
of joseph-made
ice cream
(one ginger and
one black walnut)
on snack table
slowly melting
_______

a storm of hole-punch
paper confetti scattered
across front porch
(mostly white
some yellow
some grey)
_______

ashly in pin(k)-striped coveralls
plus gold grown on head-top
mistaken for me
_______

aluminum bat ting!
as each fantastically costumed kid
takes a wack at the home-made fish-lure piñata

_______

how we talk/joke under our breaths
(geez, can’t anyone have a private
conversation around here?)
and how we laugh/howl
with dinnerplates/bowls in our hands
_______

cacophony of colors and sound
flags in the air
instruments in hand
torches at the front
we wind around the gravel road
towards the fire pit
_______

niblings george shares
the gender-neutral word that has fallen out of use
for niece / nephew
_______

uck-fay the olice-pay
george raps it out
around birthday bonfire
eyes face-paint blackened
like a racoon
_______

blaze and swirl
as baigz steps away from the circle
to spin flame
_______

like refurbished dollhouse furniture
she compares herself to
tiny fixed up miniatures
we’re really doing this

_______

loft window-hanging prism
sifting almost-full moonlight
into specks of rainbow fleck
_______

from the water world:
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A girl cools off herself in the waters of the river Ganges on a hot summer morning in Allahabad, India.  – voice of america, day in pictures
_______

same reason
kathe kollwitz
drew the print
with the text never again war
(in no time
past/present/future
will this ever
make any sense) :

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A Syrian man raeacts over the body of his son following reported shelling by rebel fighters in Aleppo’s Jamilia district. – voice of america, day in photos

kathe kollwitz print:
nie-wieder-krieg

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