Early Summer Evening

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Early Summer Evening

After the rain I walk around the peony plants.
The praying mantises stand on the leaves,

Dozens of them, like vacationers in a hotel
On their balconies. Looking out at a place

They have never seen before but will master.
Nobody so much at glances at the plants

Once the flowers are gone but I do.
To me it feels like I am growing them.

They are my flowers. Maybe God feels like this:
He cannot save a single one of us from what

Will prey on us or what we ourselves will maim
Or kill but he can watch us change and grow.

Inside the house there are no stars. You can’t
Throw a wish far enough away that its ricochet

Will not eventually get you. In the dark, after
The rain, the candles like mute trees.

In the silence, after the brief flare of sulfur,
You can hear fire chew a matchstick.

3 thoughts on “Early Summer Evening

  1. poemsfromtheperimeter.wordpress.com

    This is so lovely, somehow infused with such… maybe hope and longing trampling over futility? (Or maybe that’s just me : ) These lines, ahhh so fine: “You can’t/Throw a wish far enough away that its ricochet/Will not eventually get you.” and “In the dark, after/The rain, the candles like mute trees”

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