All That Summer

Summer is

going

nowhere fast,

butter in a cup,

an orange bell

chiming time spent,

sun-warmed concrete

from falling morning rivers

full of afternoon grit,

lavender

loosestrife

by a crying fence,

the

unexpected

spike,

a host

of daisies

on a tongue of daylight,

the thump of music

on a road worker’s

radio.

KF M-C

Author:

Writer from Dunedin, New Zealand.

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