Strewn in shades,

Dancing mouths, glance–

Trade the heat.

Soft, but meaningful,

Resplendent eyes,


Radiant in twilit hours,

Down a rabbit-hole of delight.

Pondering openness–

Gauging the want,

In measured angles,

Appreciated in newness,

Though drawing on unknown sources.


Upon the plain ground simmers–

The burrowing ears of time.

Whisked away like so much broom-dust.

Toweled off in ragged breaths–

Still sultry and wet.

Down by dewy river-trees,

Crisping come dawn.


The night was not the same again.