Tuesday, July 22, 2014


In the heat of the fading day
Three weeks earlier than last year
Alates fly out in honeymoon swarms
To live a whole life in a day
Swallow dodging and making love
Till prisoning earth reclaims the females
Leaving nothing behind but wings and males
Homunculus frogs hop on dusty roads
Move by stealth into the shorter days
Upon these heady green days of heat
And if the world can usurp time so
Am I three weeks older because of it?