Wednesday, 16 July 2008 09:00
Written by Bill Kimmett
SUMMER’S EYE
Dignified, It drifts beside me Forty feet balcony high. Whitened plume Of dandelion fluff, Erratic as geriatric shoppers; Skittish as Christmas dreams. Hesitant, Impetuous . Mingling with drifting Microbes Of fairy-flies and Debris. Motes For Summer’s eye.