Apologia

Apologia


It may be I’m not
much for frail mushroom
caps rushed to life
by the damp shade of
an Ohio vale,

or the scent of fresh
cut lilies wilting in a study
made splendid by open
books and notes to self,

but I know
as well as anyone
what darkness rain will lend
the bark of trees
in a storm,

and the scent of wildfires
drifting though June
aglide a carpet of salted air.