summer shift

in paradise by may

summer has set in. joy spends all her time

in the house, centrally air conditioned while

expectancy retreats full bore into apathy

and closes the door. because 

hey, it's HOT out there. 

i have not been writing much really

 once an artist

is content, there's no necessity

to produce art

or would that be no muse?

perhaps in my case. i've spouted

about love for so long

to be in the thick of it

without naming it--eluding

  benediction in favor

of mystery, in favor of a fan

blade swishing thru air--

leaves me wordless, all my pomes

coming in softly unspoken falling

on  with a blessed shurroosh on the roof..

love requires. it does. to hold it

to give it to take it

it requires my daughter speaks

on the phone to her baby daddy

the girl is sick he says, the girl

may need to go to the doctor.

the mother is lost. she can't 

take care of her baby

 but daddy can

she's the weekend 

parent going to school

for a career and baby 

is in his crack stained hands.

 .

but he's doing better.

drama free with a new girlfriend

and a playmate for the child.

but where is my mommy

she must be thinking

where is the one who sings me

to sleep at night/

and i ache for them both

unable to be the one

who wrests the future

from the twists which desire

screws into it.

&*&*&*&

delight she said, she wants

to try it.  in the morning

  she pulls into her parking space

remembers how his lips

pace the night, jaguars

 with five speeds, ebony

 sleek,   standing waves

padding softly through the dark

mine fields, shifting into turbo

explode out of the gate.

when she pieces

 herself together again

 she opens several doors

 goes to work.