#153: 6/5/2015
Fierce sun and soft moon,
bloody gold and chaste silver.
Yang still chases yin.
#154: 6/5/2015
Windows on childhood
sit, framed and shielded by glass,
like mute time machines.
#155: 6/5/2015
Sandwiches, pickles,
A/C. Who says a picnic
has to be outside?
#156: 6/5/2015
Whose comet is this?
What stern celestial empress
calls this omen hers?
#157: 6/5/2015
Where does the light go
after you flip off the switch?
Can I keep a ray?
#158: 6/6/2015
Scent of kitchen paint,
fresh cabinet doors, new hinges:
Rhapsody in White.
#159: 6/7/2015
Sunday: Kroger aisles
full of colors, cereal.
Toddler grins at me.
#160: 6/8/2015
Slow gray phantoms drift
in nameless herds, crossing our
stern Ohio sky.
#161: 6/9/2015
By morning, those old
ghosts have ambled on. Bluer
heavens shyly wake.
#162: 6/10/2015
The song of black storms
slithers over virgin land,
weeping tornadoes.
#163: 6/11/2015
Low helicopter
rattles our placid windows,
grumbles, passes on.
#164: 6/12/2015
Ah! Banana bread
on a clean plate, fresh coffee.
Exquisite Friday.
#165: 6/13/2015
Dabbing off brief tears
in the cool dark; haven’t laughed
that hard in a while.
#167: 6/14/2015
Soft carpet footfalls,
spinning leaves: faucet drips as
hours like scrapbooks fade.
#168: 6/15/2015
Launch of the new week.
Sunday’s countdown is over,
fresh ambitions rise.
#169: 6/16/2015
Tabula rasa,
thoughtless mind. Sable coffee
percolates the void.
#170: 6/17/2015
Nine decades of song,
Fred Astaire to Eminem,
congregate in bytes.
#171: 6/18/2015
Nations of carpet,
an Everest of oak shelves.
Spider soldiers on.
#172: 6/19/2015
Fresh frantic morning.
One by one, sober plans duel
daylight obstacles.
#173: 6/21/2015
Bruschetta and wine,
children and servers, gather
for the matriarch.
#174: 6/21/2015
Journeys and journeys
convey us afar and home,
questing and resting.
#175: 6/22/2015
Typing with hands cold
from cold water. Fingers, chilled,
seek kinetic heat.
#176: 6/23/2015
CHUG, washing machine’s
morning anthem: CHUG, water
overturns earth, CHUG.
#177: 6/24/2015
Lucy and Linus,
chaos and order, children
old as time, born fresh.
#178: 6/25/2015
Tempus fugit: hours
flee my embrace, promising,
never tarrying.
#179: 6/29/2015
Ecstatic! New job,
marriage equality. W00t:
two red-letter days.
#180: 6/29/2015
Still awaking from
late night, minimal slumber.
Neurons sputter, yawn.
#181: 6/29/2015
All the dewy world,
dark with dreaming, lit with day,
stirs in its cool nest.
#182: 6/29/2015
Movies with Betsy.
The Royal Tenenbaums, Spy,
Good Night and Good Luck.
#183: 6/30/2015
Time for something new.
No rough beast has come; this hour
belongs to humans.
Brian D. Buckley 