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