June has come and gone and I
left my little green booklet home, safe.
Green is gracile, fast to wither and
would be terrified by the white
and blue abundant in August seasides.
It is supposed to be a chain of thought,
this one, but there is breeze over
my head and the salt is so fine I might just
sit here and let the chocolate run down
my elbow, straight to the pavement.
I only get it to sweeten
the lemon, anyway.
It glimmers in my hand like eco-
friendly mother of pearl, it’s only
an idea, I know, but it took
more than five minutes to get
it out of my head and, nowadays,
I’d say that’s quite a labor of love.
When you get a chance, try
sleeping under a parasol by the
seaside and then, open your eyes
slowly; It’s lapis lazuli blue,
It’s fresh and unadulterated
visual pleasure.
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