Thursday, January 3, 2019

UNSAVED SUMMERS


The western horizon was always blue –
That mountain range and the sky that glistened,
Brightened by the constant sun of summer –
I tuned to the top forty and listened.
Beatles, Beach Boys, Stones and one hit wonders –
Sounds never heard before on the vague fringe
Of a city yet to spurn courtesy –
Somehow better for its cultural cringe.

When evening’s heat climaxed in sunset’s bliss,
We gathered for dinner – red meat, two veg –
No daft daylight saving then to demand
That we push fiery heatwaves to the edge.
There was humility then, feeding us,
Now there’s our misplaced pride, misleading us.