a sunday in july

A Sunday in July


Twilight in the village, shuttered windows
I’m walking alone, they have all died, dogs
too and cats have gone feral.

Stale heat, as heavy as a stage-curtain full of
forgotten tragedies, hangs in the air. I take no
pleasure of this walk; but I have been indoors
all day waiting for sun-fall and a cool breeze….

Back home I open windows, share my light
with the night. Sit on the sofa move my toes,
a man needs exercise, and watch news on TV