(last year) North Carolina was like

1) last summer my yin and i spent less than a week in North Carolina.
2) this year we were able to stay two months.
3) i am re-acclimating to the routine of my quotidian Florida life.

but this is beside the point.

the point is that, while i find myself with plenty to say (or at least the desire to say), thus far adequate time has eluded me. i have a syllabus to prepare, yogurt to be made, and a full weekend of meditation ahead of me. until the opportunity to explore all the static and ideas and notions and commotion presents itself, i will have to return once more to self-plagiarism:

one year ago North Carolina was like...

l
o
n
g dinner table discussions

and

yellow jackets nesting
in my lover's hair.

the wondering

lurking fear
of

potential chance encounter.

meditating
to the sound
of gunfire
while
yellow
butter
flies
chase

dragonflies
mating
and

Jesus watches over

the
shoplifters

and transients
talk about the
recession

while

a dog chases
cattle staring
at a deer.

staring into
the bluest eyes
lakeside and windy

realization:

my mother's temperament

my father's capacity

tiger eye mala beads and

giggling climax at midnight.