dog day nights
fan blowing rounds over lavender limbs
the rings of saturn lapping along the periphery
remnants of grass, gone to hay in tardy sun,
picnic blankets used on blythe hill fields.
squint and you see a vortex of canary-wharf towers
in convective undulations.
she is a listless star, settling herself upon shropshire
connemara, the gulf of st lawrence.
jupiter steadfast come night, a lantern over the garden,
a crescent moon and venus in the azure settling
over by bristol, kinsale, prince edward island.
and then there will be
another year gone,
the expanse of august,
i think i will look back on this riot time
as an eclipse.