Run under the bridge

Retreat into a sea shell

Take me to the beach

A double edged sword

I led you to the water

You ran yourself through

A steady stream flows

Rumbling, burbling, hiss

Just summer traffic

When summer is gone

There will be another one

Meanwhile I’m waiting

Sunshine teasing me

So many perfect warm days

Stuck on the sofa

These soft summer sounds

Grass seed singing silently

While sprinklers sparkle

Stiff and aching joints

Waiting for the fog to clear

Drag me back to bed

A vast empty sky

Hoist the billowing blue sail

Set our course sunward

Lazy in the heat

Sunlight bouncing off concrete

Blisters on bare feet

An acre of land

Hedges, fences, walls and gates

A trap, an escape?

Quiet summer days

Wait for something to happen

Life passing me by

From the fresh concrete

Seeds sprout into native weeds

Wilderness breaks through

Walking a tight rope

Between bliss and disaster

And falling apart

Fecund undergrowth

Towering over our heads

Life never stands still

Scatter thoughts like seeds

Carried away on rivers

The best ones come back

You follow snail trails

Curl up in my shell and hide

Behind tired eyes

From dirty black soil

Filled with bugs and worms and germs

Grows all that we eat

When all hope has died

And will is crushed and denied

Is there room inside?

Watching the weather

While we wait for the next tide

Wash me with white noise

Magical sunlight

A small girl in the long grass

Another day done

Against all the odds

At the bottom of the pile

Another ending

When the flowers are gone

They will track us to the hive

With smoke signal swarms

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Grain in the mill wheel

Teeth set against each other

Rocks on the seashore