the air doesn’t smell right
the colors at sunset
still burn summer
appreciate the respite
soak in the cool morning breeze
Tag Archives: summer
Tell me again about the remade world
Late summer is a mind oscillating at fever pitch
Solace is a free bag of Idaho potatoes
Do not jump at shadows they are only here to watch
The mountains are calling but it rings the wrong number
for the empty short dog in the river
Smoking my pipe near the north end of the wharf
my prayers waft skyward on tobacco smoke flatboats
burned by the big boiler setting over the lock.
Empty, we both float, having learned
this world melts for want of vivid dreams.