A pitiless blue over this June jungle.
When it comes, that classic exam-weather,
(green walls of leaves now hiding so much)
diversity exceeding easy enumeration,
(knowledge fecund in darkness beyond recall)
the jets growling it, the sirens howling it through
then small birds annoy with tireless insistency
(their chicks on ground or just fledged) fearing
cat shadows in the long grasses, cringing
anticipation -
a raking magpie sailing over
hedge top.
Grown children in their spaced desks swelter
with expectations,
with formulas and angles,
their agile minds in that hoop-jump so demanded -
the whole paper treadmill of compliancy, one
life-long, demeaning hoop-jump.
Small birds seem lower-stave cicadas;
their unceasing sonar defines me here
yawning in the yawn of day,
night shrinking so
it cannot now contain the Id in lid,
idle in a late-spring wilderness -
fritillary paddled -
brusque bees officious with raspberry flowers -
slow scan of my hand across the paper,
tunneling.
