Summer Songs
One
it’s the second day of rain
and summer has thoroughly run away from the challenge
sidewards winds turn up to dinner at the wrong time
to drive on the coastline is a reminder of the dangers of depth and
the washing machine of mess
shin bones splinter
noses run
puppies get stuck in hair
it rains on.
Two
heat that blisters
cement turns back to liquid
bodies are puddles
the breeze of an exhaust pipe is consolation prize
the wind seems to have gotten lost
summer rolled back in with fists
swung its weight around claimed the date got it wrong.
Three
birds and bugs are the only soundtrack
surround sound hifi buzz nothing is ever still or whole
pink petals of see through skin keep the sun from setting in on the tiny roof
the tiny home is warm baked bread on the counter natropathic teas on the bench, stained glass windows that swings open and hardwood lines
for once the inundation on the eye is gentle.
Four
The lightning came at midnight broke itself
against the gale running the other direction
the rolls of thunder were more swell than snap
and outside metal and plastic bent themselves for a visible god.
nothing tied down was safe
what are humans when the lines are cut?
Five
the endless sea of grass
the endless world of grains of earth
there is only so far the eye can zoom
therefore so much to miss in the shadows of leaves
we so often omit their tears
Six
the seasons have lost their call sheet
arrive too cold for the night
and too hot for balance
all is a pendulum.
Seven
the pieces of ash dance like drunk butterflies
the sticks collapse
as orange tongues turn back the observers
the heat is not summoned by need but
all is black in the end
all give in to time with the air to burn
there are few tears in a fire.
but plenty of smoke to drown in
Eight
this house does not sleep always moving in the night or when you aren’t
looking life litters the pavement as sacrament to the inevitable decay of memory
a toy spews itself over a glass that tripped over the last lover’s fight
grown over gardens offer their fruit to the laundry on the fence
all the leaves on the left wave hello
the right doesn’t know the right time to say goodbye.