(THESE WERE WRITTEN JUNE 21 on the unnetworked “writing laptop,” which I only mention to explain the last verse and thank you for not skipping ahead. And now, this.) So soon the heat comes after long weeks of spring rain.…
SEEK ME, EACH OF YOU In your own way. And when you find Me, Prove it: Leave each other The hell alone.
THE OLD OAK TREE SWAYS like a punch-drunk in the wind. Please don’t crush our house.
THERE ARE DAYS WHICH OPEN into unglimpsed circles that inspire and uplift. And there are days which close the heart like a fist. There are days when the angels sing within range of human ear And days when all you…
God who hears all, please — Don’t let the idiots win. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please.
Tim Lincecum’s face Passionate with the sad news: Strike one. Two. Three. Next!
6:30 a.m., And behind my coffee cup, Earth sips her new skies.
Apples and honey yesterday. Tonight, candles. This Jew’s dance card’s full.
Sonoma Plaza. Tree-shaded northwest corner. …is that a fiddle? Morris dancers leap Today! Where a month ago Two Jews laid tefillin! Diff’rent traditions Laughing under the same trees. My town. Sonoma.
IT’S ALL DIFFERENT, NOW. But as the smoke palls the sky The flowers still bloom