Tweetspeak Poetry is encouraging everyone to try a catalog poem in June. Here goes!
SOLSTICE
Summer is lonely.
Lonely in the humid morning,
and in the windy night, lonely.
At 10 a.m., when the kids wake up, lonely,
and in the quiet time before that, lonely
(except for the dogs, who are never
Lonely).
Lonely in the pool, at the store.
Lonely online — everyone’s on vacation.
Less lonely in a book. Lonely in
Bed before the husband and lonely
Leaving him while the moon is
Still awake.
Harness the dogs. Leash them to your hands.
Turn north toward the summer solstice
