on deck end of July

sun dapple through maples

drops from sprinkler

wet green garden

oh the beans

tomatoes

potatoes

beets

rhubarb

flowers

morning sounds in the trees

oh the birds

squirrels

saws

breezes twirl poplar leaves

and brush past my

unshaven face

oh sitting in half shade

kienseling beans

what do they call that in English

watering hose snakes across lawn

and I pop a bean into my mouth

oh crunch green

goodness and

contemplate soft warm quiet of a

blue sky morning

nothing hurried

nothing stressed and

by now I am in full sun

oh the heat reaching

into my heart and

holding on

just as I will hold

on

to the oh of this

midsummer morning

our cat emerges from the breezy trees
where has he been I wonder