Decapitated sunflowers
-a sharp line, where summer ends

A thousand memories bursting in mind
Old paths
        A pine, wind, balcoon
        Water, bike and towel, (hot soft wind, shade)
   Wood's structure and a car ride in the morning

A grasshopper, august dim-cold(yet warm) day
Languid,
                                heavy,
               slow
A tattered blotter on my tongue
    Sweat, tree bark and cycling
         A pipe, movie & then sleep & bus travel
                      And we're back where we started