July's Revenge

Only air conditioners roar this hot evening / Grass too stressed to grow / Surely a night to curl up with a good book / And a cold margarita / A in January in July.

The Whole Horizon

Tonight, I watched the pink ring, all around
The way the ring deepened to navy below
Night sneaking up on us
The way the pink faded to turquoise above
Daytime slow to give up
The scant clouds relent, darkening 
The tired sun flares and sinks, stealing the color
The ring rolls away.

Uneasy sky

This morning, uneasy gray sky,

Last night's rain in puddles,

Littered with debris;

Suddenly the sun winks,

A slim blue rent 

In the clouds

Can the storm finally end?

Yea! Go me! Get those Beibers!

Created by Oatmeal

Didn't get the memo

People less stressed?

I don't think the point

Is that there is less stress

In the AARP crowd.

But rather the stress

Bothers us less

Because we know

That stress, indeed, passes;

And that any life messes

Eventually get cleaned up.

Why worry? 

The homely here of Indiana

The homely here of Indiana,

Beaten, drowned, buffeted,

Labeled by some as country

Best seen from above--

You know, as the crow flies.

And on days like these

Even from above, you'd see

Only clouds, and more clouds.

And yet--

Some blustery front will blow

Those clouds away, soon,

Then look out the windows, frequent fliers:

Ah, the lovely green checkerboards

Fringed by full wind-rows

Laid on the grid of county road

And interstate.

And down below, the beauty's

In the details, so look close:

The pear, the dogwood, the lilac

The tulip, iris, peony,

Green on loan from 

Some Irish aerie, maybe:

The Midwest flatness a sudden canvas,

Cubism and Impressionism thrown together,

Unexpected art in a plain Hoosier gallery.

She's just not good enough for you

Who would make people happy?

Not even this announcement:

"Today, President Obama nominated

"Christ for the Supreme Court,

"Stating that the Savior's hands-on experience

"In judgmental situations

"Makes Him particularly well-suited

"To the nation's highest court."

Give it half an hour,

Let the talking heads loose:

"Christ for the court?

What kind of judge

Will He make?

He forgave everyone!

An elitist radical socialist!

A left activist!

An anti-military loon!"

O friends! Judge not,

That ye might be judged

By the right of heart.