brisk, waning scent
of another scorching summer
fallen to an end
gallantly, it slips
behind the
farthest mountains
and the sky opens up
like a cracked egg
with the yellow yolk
deep-set orange
and swimming on the peaks,
light rain which drizzles
and softly kisses the pavement
leaving steam to roll through
the campus grounds,
another ordinary night
of a summer gone,
a burnt out light
cracked open,
like the way lips
can suddenly spill
with brilliant night