Heat wave

Maybe the sky is mine

And maybe it

Is yours

Maybe all you cry out

Will die in the night

And maybe we're mortal

After all

June

Just sunshine burns

To the back of your teeth and through -

Just daylight cracks from

Eyes wrenching eyes wrenching beyond -

Or else just these wings

In gossamer of pollen

Will straighten the clench of your jaw

- or through the mere trick of light

Now sleep in the stick of warm