the snow of summer

breezes fling little drifts
in the corners of every angle
if all the weightlessness of fluff
could add up, a ton or more
floats easy through blue haze

sun in hum

the sparkled glass
exploding an even pane
on the yoked ones
toiling behind the plow

rain in june

spose plastic paddles
splashing feet spell
drum beats snare highat
the dance of little wet minutes
in the spot lights reaching an inch deep
down the block and green
accross the corner a pavement garden
growing streams and shiny leafs
lean out to kiss the window screen