August afternoon
They say it will get hotter
For the next few days
He takes his sunglasses with him;
The parking lot has no shade
The local grocer,
Apples under the awning,
With grapes and peaches
Some bees looking for flowers
Hover over the sweetness
Groupies stampeding
As the stage door bursts open,
And paparazzi
Sorting all her appointments
On her brand new palm pilot
The bus boy gathers
The cafe patrons' dishes
And the meager tips
"Fall is my favourtie season,"
She informs her companion
Under the full moon
Lovers talk of where they'll be
Fifty years from now
Purple and blue irises
Blooming in his May garden
Clouds form in the sky
Whlie birds descend to the trees;
A gathering storm
The November spring thunder
Permeates the homes and streets
No comments:
Post a Comment