the aggressive dote of the sun
   over the shimmering bleat of the city

muted by a power cut

in the worst oppressive nights
breeding chafer beetles
  bead the trees   outside the hospital
they copulate
in their hundreds of thousands

what a release

my little grazing eye
summer distraction
  the people passing by
    simmering

can’t sleep   in summer night swelter
beetle clicks on its back
the cat (and cause)   watches it 'do the Kafka'

life
distant
  and smudged by impurities

viewed thru aging window

I loved you most
in our bittersweet years
a taste of honey
wrapped in tears

two barks don't make a bite
but
it takes two dogs
to make a dogfight

closed my eyes
the heart seems hesitant
an unsure child
each beat comes a little late and with question
'is that the right thing to do ? did i do it right ?

Return to infancy;

Before true perception and intelligence
            Were explained away,
Before the mind joined the infantry,
Before we learned to be rationally afraid
                                           Of everything.

knee high sea of grass
tussled like groomed fur
  spry winds lashing
distribution of lifted seeds
life in correspondence