the skin triumphs when in a flash all clothes vanish – in summer private balconies are priceless
it’s June; the longest day of year; peaches melt into my mouth; sun-soaked is the porch
thermometer on high, dog barks and wakes me up; looking outside – shades have spread wide
burning sun, heated rays, and the flames of carmine roses, bare back and drips of sweat
searching for the paper fan, shaking off the dust – swinging the haze around
July’s day melts away. Rasberry sky and ragged clouds. Gentle chill as lullaby.