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August Hosta Haiku

hosta’s blooms are done
empty stalks curling upward
point toward autumn

instead of a book
she made a baby. he feeds
on her while we talk

shoulder height, queen anne
waves her lacy head. blackbird
rises from her feet

three condom wrappers
nestle amid the tall grass
and the wildflowers

St. John’s wort drooping
from the weedy embankment
in the hot July sun

when the rain comes down
I come down with it, breathing
and watching it fall

prodigal iris
everywhere but home they flaunt
their gyring petals

the cats don’t care
if the rent goes up next year
the back door’s open today

the blue jay, the cardinal
the pale April sunlight
cushions on the pale grass

succulents peep green
from puddingstone
I am awake, outside

winter sun blinds me
and winter sun nurtures me
here, atop this hill

outside the wind blows
beyond wait friends and hot soup
but home’s so cozy