Summer in the City (Day One)
You must have returned, must be
living, even now, within the city walls,
Strange Creatures Pt. 7: September Seventh
Your smile is sweet as a stand of sugarcane
at the back of Summer’s land.
Almanac Days
These are almanac days, I feel
Autumn crushing down the hours.
The Drive in Summer
I miss those flies, I guess.
I miss the persistant stench;
Tender Bones
Snakes miss Summer,
Sunday evening misses Friday Afternoon,
Awakening
Beneath the sheets of water tumbling cool around
a layered shale slowly overturns.
Sunday Island
On Sunday Island, in the sun,
My girl tells me to beware;