Summer 2009 I

 
 
Oh, pardon me, if you will.  True, I have posted this before, recently.  But it has been suggested that I might consider putting my recent "From Summer/Autumn 2009" etc. chunks into smaller chunks for more companionable reading.  Well, after a little time and consideration, I've decided I will do that.  Oh, I'm making an ass of myself.  Well, mock me if you will.  
 
Blades of grass that

Must have been people whipped at the fence posts,  
 
And standing up—a reflection of cloud in a windshield  
 
Smiled at me.  
 
Sitting still, shadows shaved the faces of objects,  
 
And a downy seed glided on the breeze.  I  
 
Dug in the dirt, and brought creatures home.  
 
Just jotted lines in my brain—I haven’t “written”  
 
In days.  
 
Just tossing up a paper ball, waiting for the next  
 
Tree to grow.