Friday, June 10, 2011

Perfect Storm

It was the heat
an exacting temperature
a bumble bee, wind chimes
some kind of smell in the air
anticipatory, recollective and humid

I walked into the house
and was assailed by it
the perfect equation of an echoing evening...loosed.

An apparition, bewitching and amorous
wearing the full season of us,
regalia of last June,
knocked me off my feet

1 comment:

lc said...

i remember june
remember the regalia