With your eyes closed
By weights of air
Lie still

The heat on the backs of your ears
Stretches far to either side
Extend your tongue to taste the throes 
of haste in Summer’s stride.

Loftish palaces float idly by,
Pace prestigious portents in the sky
And from their steps, stumbling down,
A preening wind upon your crown. 

Your skin weeps
And you become
A marshland.

Heat-stroked pines o'ercome the air
Heavy insects cry and wail
Wing'ed, they move in slanted dances
To seek the suns neglected veil.

Hale the blossom, unfurl’d gold
Makes you forget that it is old
For nimbly, like deep thought from head
Opened eyes find sweet Summer fled.