they make a silencer for door slamming
our facilitator just returned one
to her pink & purple floral tote
*
the leafiest month
slides open revealing a skeletal elm
its elegant bones
mid-July
little firecrackers
continue to spit
*
she begins the next meeting
with a pink & purple meditation
shuts her eyes in pricey cosmetic peace
hot wind nags at leaves
and tasseled grass
I listen in vain for thunder
*
neither welcome nor un-
I take my leave
a long shadow lengthens
*
he apologizes wholeheartedly for botched assistance
hadn’t witnessed the door slam or the silencer
being otherwise engaged that afternoon
I share only half the truth with him
and honestly it’s
the lesser half
*
this heat has me at a loss for words
come autumn I’ll try to tell you
what I’m trying to say
