Red sky over Homs
A faint riffle, a stirring
Of late summer breeze
Among the searing flesh
And the fly benighted airs
A brief hope of relief
From the deadly heat.
Meanwhile, over Damascus
The whiff of colonial pasts
Damascus
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Summer haiku
Finally, the cool
Gives way to sweltering sun
August descending
In that space
In that space between waking and sleeping
In the subtle slip, the drip
That turns the period into the comma,
In the hole in the zero
Whole worlds explode into being
The point between breathing
In and out
The curl of before and after
The warp and weft of here and now
Open the infinite wide
You say you know something
Of life and illusion
Please tell me how
Such emptiness
begets all eternity
Age
I’m old, don’t start with me
Don’t talk of deadlines
Or complain about the occasional
Twitch of middle age
There are people I know,
Dearly beloved,
Who worry that death will take them
Before their great work is done
Others who panic
Thinking their great work,
Having taken place in irascible youth,
Will fade without recognition
Or that the world, God forbid,
And all its minions,
Might come to misconstrue
Their contribution, mistaking it for exuberance.
As for me, it could happen
That I’m done before I die,
Or otherwise
Timing, they say, is everything.
Away
Voyager 1 is expected to leave all solar influence behind, and slip into interstellar space soon, very soon. It will be the first man-made object to do so.
An inconsequential piece
Of jetsam
Floats miraculously out
From the sun
Out, out
So long, goodbye
We’ve heaved you gone
And yet you write back
Every day
As if you’d found work
Out there
Beyond the heliopause
Where strange bits of nothingness
Collide ceaselessly.
What do they make of you?
Too smooth, too rough?
Too many kinds of things
patched together
To be of any use to entropy?
I do hope
Things work out for you.
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