Summer Elegy

Look at her, crawling low
luring senses tickling nerves
licking her electric fur
thru the red and yellow shivers

Walking barefoot on the rays
threading them for open mouths
of flowers – ephemers of green
clinging to their last breaths

And while those petals shake
sing lullabies into an ache
they will rise
wringing hands, squinting eyes
into a new consciousness