as a seductress'

flaxen rays of sunlight,

stringing along the

crosscurrent trip of

butterfly wings.

aerating the spark of

a moment's lifetime

dream.

way in, way out...

early my September

in mounting stills of

summer.

was it good babe...

warm enough?

tell me about it--as you

wrap a towel round your

shoulders along the doleful

shore.