The Way Summer Turned – Part II

Speaking softly now in a still lingering light

Measured in long peeks out the window,

Until the life of darkness

Resumes the ongoing day:



Into something else.


Some of us lost the light

Before we were even able

To sequester its sparkling splendor

In some imaginary pause.


I walked right past the bus!


That’s how it grabbed me:

Before I could even catch up to it

And after it was long gone.


Now cardboard afternoons,

To box the passage of days,

And the frayed edges of old towels

Hanging stiff along a sagging clothesline:

Barely swinging back and forth.