Secrets of summer lemonade


    Bills stacking like houses of cards,


    poised to crash like the economy.


    Bills used as cup holders,


    place holders, tissues and napkins.


    Bills delivered by mail, by cyber waves,


    by stork.


    But we’re outside in the garden,


    climbing into the branches


    in search of carts of lemons,


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    ready to be ground into sweet relief.


    Set sail


    The ship is threatening mutiny,


    stretches of time spent in safer water


    until the mossy ocean grass has set roots


    in the hull, embraced the anchor


    in nature’s death grip.


    Break away before the ship dives


    into the blue like Moby’s wealthy whale.


    Crack open the sails, chip through


    the webs and dust,


    leave before you plan the leaving.


    Depart before you know the meaning.


    A ship needs two things only:


    two captains and a sea worth sailing.