Monday, June 3, 2013

Lingua Franca

Kate you were
the trees

drank all 
that rain and now—
in sun 
they're bursting;

what's more—down here
bright flags are full 

of brimming wind and six-
post tents stand 
pitched and
jacked for booming June—

how you always 
know it takes a little flooding

to really 
get a skeptic
body in the swing of floating.