1/Rosary of Summer

“It was the best of time of the year, the
summer and all it stands for…”
-The  African Child
Camara Laye

This summer is heart smouldering on stone
crawl of dry wind
& sarabande of voices in dark hot rooms
where the dead die their long-ago deaths
& the living pick their lice & bones

Who dreams of dreams all blackbirds dream
wakes at wheel of windblown doors
flutes Streisand on cheap radios

This summer is an invitation to skyblue life
Manila & Dumaguete
land & sea
air & water
space of glass fish & punch & judy show
rivers & soft soft talks in the foliage
words words words
where snore old hearts

Dried to boozing
like old films whirring in the mind’s eye
keening fractured epigraphs

Death therefore
is this gothic saltimbanque
old joke spewed in the air

like your face
suddenly old & unknown & distant

in invisible mirror.

This summer is heart smouldering on stone

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