Midday, Midsummer by Kurt Heinzelman
I read this one in the Texas Poetry Calendar 2008 and have been saving it. It was the second place winner in the calendar. The author is a professor at UT and I got to hear him read his poem at BookPeople.
Midday, Midsummer
By Kurt Heinzelman
All morning the wind
blew rain out of the black
trees now a weave of sun
waves across a wall
of nandina vanishing
like a ball it’s so bright
cicadas start winding up
their missionary pitch
a quick overcast and the
eyes have it a welcome
shade by the pool side
into the shadow of which
the shadow of a tiger
swallowtail lurches
giantly light as a bat.
