August 20, 2019

as the sun looks down
its breeze kisses my bare face
nectar we devour

August 19, 2019

bicycle spoked wheels
reflect this summer’s late sun
upon bare streets

swallowed by cobalt
arms and legs are born again
rising sun burns pink

this afternoon
clothespins holding together
the breeze on my lips

light and water waltz
in rhythm with the day’s arc
the song starts over

air hangs between us
in organic baptism
bodies become summer

trailing mosquitos
at pedestrian storefronts
evening chorus