Summer BreezeSulfur cosmos dance,little suns in themselves,on thick stems, feathery leaves.Cottonwood leaves flip, frantic,flashing silver, like water in sky.Apple tree boughs bob gently,laden with wormy fruit.Cardinals trapeze, tree to feeder.The cats and I, cool inside, respitefrom blaze blasting life outside.

Pisces HeartWe’re at Lake Michigan today.Weather forecasted rightlycloudy and 80. The spot is Duck Lake channel, shallowand connects to the big lake,warm water, toddler waist deep.Granddaughter climbs inflatable(inland freshwater) sea turtle.Big lake ices me to dead goose fleshwhile kids and grandkid splash warm.I could be skinnier, younger, moreat peace, but today can’t get any better.

Bluejays are calling this morning.Cicadas also sound in summer.Cicadas call at its zenith,jays in its wind-down.Cicadas have no tree preferencethat I know of, but jays like oak.At my old place with its oaks,perhaps ripening acornsget them hungry, impatient; yet there are no oaks here.Whatever their reason, calling jaysremind me of home.

Think about earth creaturesthat have survived the longestover the eons. They liveunderground or underwater.Gaia gets sicker with imbalance:storms, floods, and fires spew.Polar ice caps melt.Where will you go when it’s time?I’m choosing undergroundin high land – dead or alive.

Kamala Kamala Kamalathat is all.Joe did a good job;but, just like Berniein 2016, let’s blame the DNCfor a last minuteturnaway from the candidate most likelyto continue us in the right direction.Here we are again, guns to our heads.Pick Kamalaor democracy is dead.