.
That’s when my head turned:
Nothing to silence a breath
Or darkness to stifle horizons.
.
That’s how This summer came.
No Swainson’s spirals,
Just weird birds
Calling from afar,
After some punk rain set it all back
for a few weeks.
And gave me a do over.
.
This: after the clothesline came out
And the sureties of old, stale days
reappeared on the agenda,
For another try.
Shaken Rain 