Honey-rays drizzle through the peakings in branches,
Diamond-sparkles in my eyes.
Flecks of golden sunlight pour
Landing on the shaded grass. Through the misty green
Veil of sparsen
strings my eyes to the pond before me
We lounge with the soil, haunt the declining hours
Burning nostrils with poignant air with inhales that seem too short
Lungfulls that leave
Under foliage – time is nought
Water still, our time is caught
Eve creeps red across the lawn
And soon we must pack and leave
I pack our things – as I always do – carry them still
Seeking you, I turn and shuffle
Cascading leaves, and deep breaths
Mosquitoes bred have come to feast
The shade has spread, no need for trees
I steal a glance at the static pond, its meditation poison
Its presence stable
Peak the stealing gait,
That retreats towards the blacked lawns
Its footfall fervent, its placing sure.