Summer unlocks itself in mango intensity.
The social stream is not salvation,
On satin smooth afternoons of mellow sun.
My days hold a measure of bliss,
Looking at the sun, smiling in burning light—
Sunlight like lavender.
Red-orange haze under closed lids.
A play of light and shadow.
Serendipity is another name for the season.
The lazy, dazy season.
Season to let go and flow.
In somnolent silence.
Warm flow of long hair, lashed against window bright.
Shining strands touched with gold,
Glad to be free.
To be scented awhile,
To be browned and bleached,
To be warmed to a liquid sheen.
In the golden, late afternoon sun.