Glen Kappy Poems

After a week of daily summer rains
spurge, verda larga, bindweed, dandelions
and grasses I can't name
grow in maddening profusion
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from "While Passing Through"/Summer

Mr. Cockroach,
first, you looked out of place, then
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from "While Passing Through"/Summer

Gray light—summer dawn.
Three raccoons—two big, one small
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from "While Passing Through"/Fall

Dry leaf's ticking sound
takes me from thought—and tumbling
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from "While Passing Through"/Summer

Thunderstorm approach—
red bud tree's hanging pods—
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The first things
that I noticed
through the window blinds
(and both in silhouette) —
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from "While Passing Through"/Summer

Woman in shorts
walking this lovely morning—
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Glint of sunlight
on its surface.

Dark brown earth
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Funny what sends us back—
this cool October morning
letting the water
from the kitchen faucet
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