Summer Air
08/26/2020
Clinquant melodies of scattering leaves and seed
Soughing plaintively between sunburned hollows
Like perfumed tiny tourists from a passing charabanc
Their lilacs’ scent of sweet sillage lingers for a puff
Leaving painted imaginary doodles of agitated air
Foregathering in the wakes of napes, and marooned nooks
Of plumped and ripened orange bursting splurt lily petals
Their maws squeeze shut on the last gasp of sunshine
Quaking with smiling fey orgasms gasping for breath
As the sun harvests just a few more minutes each day