after Rilke
Lord, how we privilege this season
of blushing fruits and yellow dreams
summertime
Summertime Sadness
a dreamy inside edge played on to
a tree full of clown-face rosellas Continue reading
Sum(mer) sonnet
If I were to engineer a blind here
obscuring all of this bright summer’s day,
and thru the tiniest chink, like Vermeer
or Newton, a memory-spectrum display. Continue reading
