Steamy sweat, even knees so wet; sunny
story across late spring glory: apostle ducks
worship at the church of muck - in the
river at the call of shivers, hotly hydrated
across the banks they migrated. Into the shade
I rest my gaze, upon dancing words, in a self
absurd; brazen finger falls and long distance phone
calls. The heat and air, heaviness incarnate; darkness
falls to a patter of droplets. Then summer rain overtakes
springtime sun's reign; faucets so open as to cover bodies
unsweatered. My uncautious stroll as the water rolls, across
my feet with coffee replete: diluted brew constitutes a milky
stew. I breathe deep and let the smells in-seep; guarded expressions
fade to yards depressions, filled with liquid, a bard of freshness.
Roman Ryan 