you know it's summer when.....

Linda and I
five feet plus change and a few short of six
collect sun on a Sunday for the
sake of our wintered souls

but reverse the order of our path
take me back to the kitchen
three hours have passed
since I
plugged in the kettle

burn down the world for
a bowl full of jello

an aging reflex
a stop off to stupidity
there is no vapour left
only metal and energy
and a tick tick tick like the
inside of pipes
as though the hollow shell will
crumble when lifted

just take me back to the kitchen
three hours expired
so I can save all the memories
tucked into drawers

there are things that you
can and cannot control
fate played a hand with my
uncontrollable haste
to the door

there was whistling
that leaked from the open
windows
as though
the roof was about to
pop off the walls
someone could have thought
I was dead on the floor
or dreaming in the shower
for over an hour

while really I was foot to concrete
turning my blind eyes to the sky