• Vol. 02
  • Chapter 09
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Summer Daze

We watched the sun go up and down
All through that summer holiday,
Among the stone deaf ears of corn
Where bees looked bacchanalian.

You read Coleridge in silence
As I listened to the football.
Poetry was drugs and madness;
Half-truths, head trips and psychosis.

One morning I was awoken
By your footsteps from the toilet
And found myself more excited
By a dream than dawn and daytime.

Out into the fields we drifted
As the sun bloomed and its petals
Spread across the air and shimmered.
We lifted our chins to breathe them.

Were we foolish in our stillness?
In our silence? In our touches?
In our vivid sense of being?
We were such beautiful suckers.