Summer Poems

Why I Love Her

by Ulrich Wendt

She builds trails that go nowhere in particular.

They meander and wander through the brush along the river

As do the sinews of the heart

Or the way the mind finds comfort in ambiguity

And though I'm sometimes caught up in the logic of pure reason,

My line running straight and purposeful

Like wolves on a savage hunt,

She remains my persuasion.

 For Laura

Lost in what looks from below like pleasure,

the crane is beating hard against the wind.

Come with me soon to Birch River.

He will not hang in the air like that

forever.

......................

Desire

by Joe Fiorito

from his recent book All I Have Learned is Where I Have Been

These bees, drunk

with heat, toss themselves

like stones against a

windowpane of bee-want

their hot cause, the summer

roses in my vase.

Little Sister, Asleep

She, on a kitchen chair --

legs tucked up, short hair --

grabbed me there.

She died later, sniffing 

gasoline: all I have learned

is where I have been.