'Poem selection' as we exit mid-summer one more time -- "Poem In July":
I felt perfected along the rectangle
By its ragged side
Fences trees and mist dropping
Some space for the flowers
I set an image in my head where
Bushes in their out of focus
Made a green dearth about the door
I wanted to do a book on
Pages left in the heat or rain
But my desire seemingly disappeared
Picked up by a car in the middle of
A pack of cigarettes
This trip into the forest
The trees trading with memory to
Frame the various breaks
The pleasures of small laws cut
Behind the mower with my eyes
Running the grass blades
We don’t really get any older
I can see what that means
-- Samuel Amadon
