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



in the last swell of summer

each breath

one breath, one breath closer

to the flax of wind-spun foam


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