A quick feeling, like a leaf

  Here’s a summer poem from my seventh book, Reconnaissance:     Lenape Park, 1959     Eight years old, sleek as a seal in her shiny wet swimsuit, She climbs the ladder to the high dive.   Ten feet up, balanced by thick August air, She slowly bends to see, depths down, the glacier

His labor is a chant

Bee  by Rhonda Lynn   This summer I have been particularly gardening for bees and butterflies.  I’ve been pretty successful; many happy bees, of many different kinds!  I even went to a talk on “The Bees of Maryland” by Gene Skarpula at the Maryland Natural History Museum. One of the things I found out was