from the south the wind
softens biscuits, hardens hearts
open doors, damp nights
the summer is near ending
summer
on the roof 2
icy roof shower
nakedness dodging
the neighbours’ sharp eyes
always summer
memories burning fiercely
undimmed by ceaseless downpour
always summer in my heart
summertime patience
summertime patience
waiting for the bee to buzz
longing for arrival
muse
muse appears on summer’s first day
flowers round her shaven head
oak trees shadow faces
thoughts and feelings wed
take a fresh green look
take a fresh green look
at the broken listening
permit the freedom
hope spring forever
hope spring forever
Then summer stopping all our tears
autumn winter yes
skin sun hot
skin sun hot, salt streaked
roof terrace shower ice shock
light slants; we make our own rainbows
Castro Marina 200901
I blinked and the firework was a flower on the back of my eye, evening star soaring as the moon sank beyond the town wall. Where the sea had been this morning was deep nothingness, holding glassy afloat the lights of the outgoing boats. A moment, and the moon.
until the sun
mine
in the summer
until the sun fell
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