Sunday, 19 September 2010

When no-one was looking



















I sipped a Summer's worth of dew
drop
by
drop
but when no-one was looking
I swayed in the ozone rush
of every sky torn storm
let the gale dance me
as I knocked back
every shot of rain
and in between times
I sucked in the blue
through a fine green straw
Summer's end
I burst with bright