i dare not revel in the sun with its inconstant beauty fickle in its presence yet still demanding worship like the first flush of love which fades to soft admiration 6.14.17

the sun, like a fan dancer, hid away again, easing us with hope of dry days, reminding us of forgotten chores, but then, like a phantom, vanished again. 6.13.17

in your absence you stole her breath, her invincible self, bled. you ran to forget, to hide while i heard her scream for what she could not say 6.12.17

resplendent, my crimson lip, bitten. hair, sun streaked tomboy. body, strong sore tighten. 6.11.17

the day was closing like a tired restaurant ready to shut its doors – in came the sun with its brilliant amber glow, dazzling us after days of rain giving hope that all is not lost 6.10.17