Partially cloudy, some chance of rain
By Parson Thru
What horse limps down yon calle,
so redolent of English summers past?
What reptile lies submerged
beneath those tranquil waters?
Days of innocence yield to reckoning
Tree-shaded streets give way to railway lines
and the steady scratch of cicadas.
Horizon-lust to keeping-going.
Summer comes on Friday.