Summer Days

Masses of sunburnt grass,  
Sway with delicate ease.  
Seduced by the composer    
Of the soothing May breeze.  
   
Swallows parade,  
Pirouetting,  
Swooning,    
With humpy gluttonous crows  
Giving weary approval    
From tops of telephone poles.    
   
The summer silence,  
Bestows dignity upon this land.  
As downtrodden seeds,  
And wild limitless weeds  
Claim their ancient ways.
   
My mind is light,  
To hot,to drunk,  
To care about the darkness of man,  
And all his little subplots.  
   
I turn on some baroque,    
Wishing to dream  
transcendental dreams..