5
summertide, though not in a loveseat nor invited
brings us blossomsblooms and mostly sunshine and snow
summoning three months of wafting offcuts from love
and an hourlong summerhaze whose attachment to winter
is blurred in molten snowbells running the distance of flocon
2
we’re in a season rushing ahead of time and tide
be it one in hell, or one vibrating in dreamscapes