Summer drifting



Wake to blue blue sky

birds flying high whirl

on upper air , around

& over like kites.


Sea smooth as ice

Caribbean cocktail

murmur of summer days

English ways.




Tail ends & rough cuts

a pepper sky

sly moon bides time

horizon to nowhere,


love falters on the corner

about turn: drowns herself

in the tidal sweep, from my window

every vista precious


hand painted by the angels.




Here I am happy with little:

a handful of roses

an ice cream or two


tea in the garden


& the wild cacophony

of seagulls nesting

shatters my sleep.


Still no sign of

attainment: I lie

back on the breeze


outstretched to steady

myself as it curls in

to carry me


to carry me. 

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