Summer drifting

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Wake to blue blue skybirds flying high whirlon upper air , around& over like kites. Sea smooth as iceCaribbean cocktailmurmur of summer daysEnglish ways. 

2.

 Tail ends & rough cutsa pepper skysly moon bides timehorizon to nowhere, love falters on the cornerabout turn: drowns herselfin the tidal sweep, from my windowevery vista precious hand painted by the angels. 

3

 Here I am happy with little:a handful of rosesan ice cream or two tea in the garden & the wild cacophonyof seagulls nestingshatters my sleep. Still no sign ofattainment: I lieback on the breeze outstretched to steadymyself as it curls into carry me to carry me.