Summer journal

1.

Where the water 
holds your head.
    You can find me there.

Where the sky is 
something to drink.
    You can find me there.

2.

She had made a cage
of her own room that summer

afternoon. The keys of which
she'd lost within the clutter

of her prefrontal cortex. I never knew
her well (the sister of a friend)

but sweat smells of loneliness

in the August sun, and I
never could keep a closed door shut.

3.

Reminiscence: fragile air of the newborn morning cut in two by the R&B whistle of a drifting boy.

4.

I was living day to day,
that was my failure
– my cage

or so I had concluded,
but maybe it is impossible 
to live without failure,

to see beauty
without knowing the
crush of sloth.

5.

I’m sure the screaming
light of a computer screen

does not strike many as melancholy
against the barren midnight dark.

But in the aching of my eyes
a certain sweetness comes

to the air, so I let open
the doors of my mind

and watch as the water
of time floats off with another

summer day.

6.

Eyes open
emerald light 
through the eves 
of a tent.

The loon cries 
from an imagined lake
and in her song
beauty.
 

emmett

VT

18 years old

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