Summers, like waves

That a random ray

Hits and saves


Against the day

When poetry

Is lost


In memory,

When simile

Is lost


In poetry,

When love

Is lost


In sea,

When frost,

Like water


On the winter eye,

Like slaughter

In the sky,


Is the history

We live on

When the ageless future

Is long gone.


September 2nd and 3rd, 2008