Summer Days

Masses of sunburnt grass, Sway with delicate ease. Seduced by the composer Of the soothing May breeze. Swallows parade, Pirouetting, Swooning, With humpy gluttonous crows Giving weary approval From tops of telephone poles. The summer silence, Bestows dignity upon this land. As downtrodden seeds, And wild limitless weeds Claim their ancient ways, My mind is light, To hot,to drunk, To care about the darkness of man, And all his little subplots. I turn on some baroque, Wishing to dream transcendental dreams.