Spring unto Summer:
The sun is wretched
The convertible is wretched
My ears are being tortured
My heart is being carved
Highway 1 is one long ache
River Road is a continuous motorcycle
The River End restaurant hangs by its teeth
The deep-fry oysters are grim to each bite:
Let me say once and for all
None of this, absolutely not one item, is true:
The ocean breeze is velvet across my cheeks
The sun is a subservient caress
My heart goes soft as the fresh-shucked oyster
Highway 1 is a fresh loom of late spring rain green
The River End serves bright wild sauté red salmon pierced on a lemongrass
skewer
River Road leads to a bed among the most tender of pink and white roses:
Itıs goodbye spring & hello summer
Itıs hello "full" and goodbye "splits":
My love is going to the highlands
And I am far from ready
My love is going to the highlands
And I am far from ready.
Stephen Vincent
Blog: http://stephenvincent.durationpress.com
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