I’d like to think
The summer rains
Were fell to medicate me,
Were given up as quiet words
To purl against the leaves
In such a way
That if I heard them
Speaking all the hurt
Would bear inconsequential.
I’d like it to be lilac skies
And leaden calms
That weep for these
Evaporated moments,
Moments in a tacit fuse
Like time to burn
And only richest sorrows
Dawned from dog day showers
Ever bare
How beautiful the fall.

I’d like for just an instant
Anger washed and sultry
Hours freed to perish
With the scent of tears
Whose ashen eyes
Break seas of lucid
Temper as my remedy
Speaks poems
On the summer rain.

#London #England

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