Summer

Heart
lost in shadow
of intellect
Sun Being’s light
lost in thought

i’ve been thinking. . .
and thinking. . .
and thinking. . .

when hawk flies
above
our heads
draws our eyes
circles in the blue

and bird cries in the wood
for our green attention

and the child of our love
hands us a white water lily
to smell
and i say
it smells lemony,
no, no, it smells like a lily
and you say

it smells like
a beautiful summer’s day;

and from our inter-tubes
emanate softly
concentric circles
across the eye
of the pond.