Cars full of holidays


To leaning hollyhock ladders

the graveyard of summer

Musty morning dews

wet the mane of the lion on the lawn

A cat in the sun, turning back to life

And the first bonfires of autumn

thicken the sweet dusty air


The empty atmosphere suddenly suffused with honey, gas, dust

As drops drum the dry

to wetness

and leaves singing with rain

Filling the air

Washing out the turning moment