An Attempt at a Catalog Poem

Tweetspeak Poetry is encouraging everyone to try a catalog poem in June. Here goes!




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 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