Late August – Ilse Kramer

Late August

By Ilse Kramer

I sift through the ashes of summer
Looking for something worth saving
Like a broken planter
On my lost wedding ring.

I watch the children
They have legs
The color of June bugs
From days under the salty sun

The dogs are cross-eyed
Still looking
For sticks
To retrieve

Pear-shaped rain drops
Fall on the Adirondack chairs
The wasps do
Not mind

As I do not mind
The loss of my wedding band
I sift through the ashes
Of summer

Posted in Poet Laureate.