just a few, because

that's all the summer has amounted to.

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If a man lies
On his back
And allows
a big black ant
To crawl across his stomach;
Then he is a rock, a log,
a leaf; because
he knows only he
creates the possibility
of being bit
by being scared and
bothered.

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White Swan on the Water

His black eyes know
More of you is water than not. The same
Goes for the planet. So how are
We running out? Well, I saw a guy
Power washing the stained cement at a gas station.
Coca Cola knows the federal government hands out
Checks drenched in corn syrup, and America’s
Mothers know that the soda bottles she brings home
In the brown paper bag are the poor person’s version
Of clean water. Like high heels from Walmart,
With the same urgency to acquire both the shoes
And the water. Your daughter is winning
A wet t-shirt contest in Miami while you
Watch a thirsty desert child on
Your flat-screen TV.
We’re not running out, we’re just using
It in all the wrong places.
The swan lifts his head to let the lake water
Drain down his neck,
While he can.