Summer, Rain

By | 13 May 2024

the afternoon heat nearly unbearable
we spill forth, naked, towards the water
cautiously picking our way to avoid

submerged rocks and broken branches
read the current, you call out
I am tired of reading everything

three cormorants perch on the riverbend
wet wings open to the wind
bird poems flood in without invitation

later I open tins of food by the fire
we lie under wide dark skies
the stars overhead pencilled in and labelled

verses follow one another
into opaque documents over the years
books left on the grass, sodden with rain

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