Here’s a lovely summer poem by Reginald Gibbons, but, first, are you registered to vote? The election this November promises to be one of the most important in American history. Please do it now. Thank you!
The thick-walled room’s cave-darkness,
cool in summer, soothes
by saying, This is the truth, not the taut
Rest here, out of the flame—the thick air’s
stirred by the fan’s four
slow-moving spoons; under the house the stone
has its feet in deep water.
Outside, even the sun god, dressed in this life
as a lizard, abruptly rises
on stiff legs and descends blasé toward the shadows.
Picture found here.