summer – Strange Creatures Publishing

Summer in the City (Day One)

You must have returned, must be
living, even now, within the city walls,

Your smile is sweet as a stand of sugarcane
at the back of Summer’s land.

These are almanac days, I feel
Autumn crushing down the hours.

I miss those flies, I guess.
I miss the persistant stench;

Snakes miss Summer,
Sunday evening misses Friday Afternoon,

Beneath the sheets of water tumbling cool around
a layered shale slowly overturns.

On Sunday Island, in the sun,
My girl tells me to beware;