Martha's Vineyard, MA

Congratulations! You just won a triathlon! Re-create crossing the finish line in slow motion.

I bang, I bang, I bang

shoot for the stars!

august day

her hands were bright and rough with so much gleaning
when I saw them again in late day
they were swallows darting
into the ledge of clay cliffs
knitting light into their
soft dark caves

You are a northeastern vermonter feeling the september chill in the air, and all to aware that the wood's not yet in for winter. Chop down the poplar tree with an ax. Cut it into 8ft lengths with a two man saw, with your father-in-law wielding the other side. Finish the job and wipe your brow with the knee of your carhartts, then pat your panting parent on the back and hand him a gatorade. Ayup.