Summer Dust #2

Slow glow-ed, Summer dust, heavy loads
on the horizon;
Shaky
I sat in tall field grass, dry dry heat in blades,
in a season-worn, stomp-flattened church park;
Lutheran.
Thinking on heat and sin, sub-suburban housing developments where sad girls play ugly music and wonder about sex.

Golden, Black, Blue-green and iridescent insects hum,
zzzzzseeeether and ClicK in open cycle- harmony, dis, and back-
eat and fuck and don't think too much about either.

Smelling phantom spring, long'go baked- Slow
cooked with potatoes, cabbage, garlic, rosemary and petrichor.

"... and how distant the past feels," I felt.
".... how mythical the inventions,"
"..... how unrivaled the events, how beautiful the snow flake formations," fleeting.


and I sat, Shaking, ready to vomit,
in the church park.
Feeling cheated and grateful,
feeling like a child.
Breathing hot air, I Threw my shoes as far as I could
and thought of the worse word I could speak,
Then I grew up.