August – week 4

summer into autumn —

a swift’s last dive

for an insect

~

drifting dunes

close enough to silence

the wingbeats

of sandmartins

summer’s fading pulse

~

half asleep…

through the blinds

three stars shine

~

moon song…

Sirius howling

the length of night

~

wind in our faces —

no dippers today

on the swollen river

~

mind-deep

in the last swell of summer

each breath

one breath, one breath closer

to the flax of wind-spun foam

~

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