song of the summer

when longing
calcifies

silence vs.
learning (in vogue)

the big cloud
from earlier
shattered
in rare patterns

spelling something

ripe
my middle
sliced, I lay back
in the shade

seduced

a certain solidarity

the blue sunrise
the broomstick


but what I thought
we could share
is astray

the windy park
last tuesday

how morning
slips into the sum

to change my mind
I look left, right

with neck and hips

the psoas, the buoy
our song

lying's link
to levitation

not a single solid

reflection-ing

the dip in us
from behind

for now, ahead

the lapping urgency

as a piece of puzzle
the answer,
or
she calls it cake