Summer on Pause
Grayish blue morning
The summer’s in shades and stilled
Paused on this cliffside
The chimes in the yard -
Which I can still hear clearly
At the pool’s bottom.
Footprints washed away
From dogs and people and birds
Who only make more
The sagging fig tree
On the side of the highway
Breezed by and unpicked
Crickets, frogs and things
Bellowing through blades of grass
And through the dark air
