Summer has (almost) come:
windows open, air moving through curtains
billowing like astral clouds in a hurry
to get somewhere.
comet flash, streak across
lighting the atmosphere for one nanosecond,
and then the darkness returns
to wrap me in its sweet, breathy embrace.
The deep sounds, the night sounds, have me longing
for Autumn, for that time when death
settles into us, and magic weaves her fingers
around the best of what I am.