A DAY IN AUGUST

"Boston Bikes", oil, by Susan Cox

They went to Boston,

and Boston behaved

the same as ever –

seas of people

with the power of living

inside them, a little love

in each painting

in the museum, the millions

of smiles made

in just the few hours

they were there --

this pair,

privileged to be friends

for two brief weeks
in a world

with its arms wide open.  

AT AN OUTDOOR CAFE IN PUTNAM, CT

Her wrist was resting

on the table, and the table

was tenderly holding it,

just as the earth

was carrying the table

with care,

just as he

was holding her

in his sight

and sunlight

was warmly holding them both.

SOME WORDS

Some words were selected

for him on this day,

some words made of

currents of air and

quiet ideas

that didn’t show off,

but sat still in his life,

like he sits still

in this universe

that spins itself

in happiness, but

doesn’t do it

to show off.