a poem for my love on a day that feels like summer is here already…

The summer sets colossal –

Rolling over and over the incredible heat

The mouth of the desert kings were quiet

Dry and witty, your single bloom

The proof of lifetimes catching the certain seed

Most likely to live a second summer—last the chill

We stand at the edge, where there once lapped sea

Our minds a hollow port of memory—the summer sleeps

Deep below, a water-table, under our bustle, quiet-cool

Where once the sun was something lovely

Then hot and hateful, eating up all the leafy greens.

We are summer-swept, midday slept,

A hopeful violet in a dusty reign. We summer-wept

When the water came, ten thousand years of rain

When the sand remembered the sea again

When you & I were we again.

–ECW