summer night
Monday, September 29th, 2003Summer Night
after “Summer Night” Antonio Machado
A beautiful summer night.
Wind flurries in the hand’s of this girl.
Barefoot, dreaming of
streams of green branches beneath water,
of a large deserted square,
where a fountain is filled with pennies and
a granite boat half immersed and streaming too,
while tracing the black shadows of night landing on wristwatches.
Symmetrically, on other side of […]