By John A. Nieves
Tonight is for hilling the maize and picking the fruit.
To tell if it is ripe, we will press it against our teeth.
The flesh, the pip, the meat. If it is soft and weak, we
will eat. If it holds firm, then the basket until it brims
and the crickets swarm and sing in the bushes. A new
sweetness. I taste it on your cheek on the gentle
dip in your collar bone. There is enough breeze
to need a blanket, but not enough to shiver. I rest
the berries before you. In the dim, I see you wanting
but can't tell if it is for them or me. In the wet
morning, we will hill the corn. In the wet, we are
soft and weak gazing into the shadows between us.
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Quickie, we were out with our neighbors watching the Strawberry Moon rise. I had a quiet morning, but a very fun afternoon: I had won a Kickstarter perk for a Tarot reading by Kris Waldherr, creator of The Goddess Tarot, and though I have known her online for decades, I have never spoken to her before Zoom today, so that was a great experience!
We saw a bit of the Mariners-Marlins game (2-3, sad) and nearly all of the Orioles-Astros game (11-14, insane) this evening around dinner, then we started watching The Bear before going out to see the moon rise. We then went back to our neighbors' apartment to look at their nautical art without remembering how late the sun sets at this time of year!
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