Clare's song
Now that the serin's here and singing, she said
and left it hanging
while summer tiptoed in
trailing poppies, larkspur, roses
a dog rose come from nowhere
spread out along the wires
the mountains blurred and floating , pale mirage
the buzz and flit, the busy-ness
and creep and crawl as lizards lick and squiggle
heat and thrum, hot sun
sage in swathes, sharp
and basil, lavender, scents to drowse and drug
delight
now that the serin's here and singing
Hounoux, June 22nd 2019 for Clare with love
