Summer’s Cooked

Time to estivate is past. The nights have a coolish edge now. Dreams are especially vivid and more often remembered.

The dragonflies flit away from your outstretched hands.

The crows are louder. Their murders more numerous. They blacken the sky at noon…

“Last time I fell in a shower room
I bled like a tumbril dandy
and the hotel longed to be rid of me.”

— Les Murray / “Vertigo”