It takes many days

of rain to cool July’s heat.

It seems help is on the way.

~

Rain brings stickiness,

soupy air that’s hard to breathe,

and kills curls on every head.

As summer heats up,

we go burning down the road

chasing chilling adventures.

~

Some of us stay home

and have wild adventures

with an overactive mind.

It’s too late for him

to have a heart transplant, but

maybe truth serum would help.

~

A TRANSPLANT implies

he once had one there before.

Truth is there’s no evidence.

I am at that age,

much like an old classic car:

mechanic on retainer.

~

At eighty-three I’m

thankful I have yet to be

taken to the dump.

Our government is

playing a fiddle while

our natural world burns.

~

Nero runs amok

while the Senate and the House

fiddle their bits in private.

Hades has nothing

on Virginia this weekend!

Stay inside. Avoid brimstone.

~

And listening to

a devil who wants to steal

your independence.

It’s early morning

and the yard is alive with

squirrels, rabbits, birds, and bees.

~

And as darkness falls

the forest reverberates

with the chorus of tree frogs.

When limits are reached,

the choices are to fight back

or surrender to misuse.

~

Fighting the good fight

against bad people takes skill,

savvy, and strong will.

A snake slithered out

from a vent on the floor. Like

Trump the snake, he uses vents.

~

It’s not where he is

but rather how he got there

that underlines the problem.

Though necessity,

somehow, gets all the credit,

invention’s the real mother.

~

Invention gives birth

to many offspring. When they’re

good, they’re very, very good…

It’s a waiting game.

Will it rain or will it not?

Only time will tell.

~

Time tells the same tale,

regardless the audience;

Someday rain will come.

These old ceiling fans,

creaking loudly, like my knees,

metronome the morning still.

~

Creaky though your knees

and fans are, it’s fantastic

they’re still sounding off.

I got instructions

from our cat, quite loud and clear,

that petting was required.

~

Feline expression,

except the Garfield-In-Chief,

is always clear as crystal.

Seems retirement,

far from being restful times,

rivals work for industry.

~

When we no longer

work for pay, we have time to

busy ourselves with pleasures.

On our to-do lists

it’s important to include

rest, relax, play, and enjoy.

~

If it’s not scheduled,

rest and relaxation lose

out to the pressures of NOW!

Summer solstice comes

and in the way of these thing

Winter solstice plans are made.

~

Plans for the future

are good, but we also have

to live in the now.

The president’s mind

is mirrored in the state of

the reflecting pool.

~

Both are filled with slime.

I will leave it up to you

to reflect on noxiousness.

A respite, though brief,

makes the returning of grief

feel, all the more, like a thief.

~

And when grief returns

it comes with all our baggage

which we hoped we’d left behind.

His specialty is

gilding the pig and never

leaving what’s great untarnished.

~

Like old King Midas,

he thinks all he has is gold,

yet his gluttony craves more.

Even morning rain

little dissipates the heat

focused on that blue/green pool

~

They say, like the prez,

it’s green with envy over

all that was before.

Another call for

high winds and possible hail.

At least it’s cooler.

~

Ahh… but not for long!

Virginia and stickiness

spend all summer hand in hand.

Peaceful country nights,

unburdened by urban shriek,

scarcely can be called silent.

~

But for the most part,

nature’s night music is more

soothing than those urban shrieks.

A flash flood of chores

must have suddenly sent all

your inspiration down stream.

~

In a lightning flash

my home fell into darkness…

poetry be damned.

On this day my thoughts

turn to my brother Jack who

would have turned eighty today.

~

Flag Day often brings

old storytellers to mind

and long may their banner wave!

Finding harmony

on the hottest summer days

requires shade and breezes.

~

But our president

throws shade and finds lying such

a breeze that he heats things up.

Orange and purple

flowers dance beside the road

waving hello and goodbye.

~

Among them cavort

multicolored butterflies

animate flowers themselves.

First it was your knee

and afterwards was my back

but our wits and hands still work.

~

About our minds there’s

some debate but we will just

keep soldiering on.

Sometimes a thousand

boos can communicate more

than a thousand words.

~

Communication

requires both mouths to speak

and also an ear to hear.

As I sit, waiting

for a doctor running late,

on timeliness, I cogitate.

~

Another timeless

moment to sit and wonder

how, when, where, and why.