(8) Summer Crushes
Summer Crushes
Outside, the vista, whose silence adds
To its enormity, hits your image
Like a truck. A flash of canines
And you receive permission to a solitude,
Can almost see the place through your reflection now
Two friends by the water talking shop,
The cadence of a weary laugh, the tug and fall
Of a dress and a great settling like sleeping
Dogs and their ghosts. This too often turned to
Page lies agape, advertising the transgressions
Like a beach while your figure wears the horizon
As headlights on his forehead, caught in
The moment of glancing and obliterated
By a glare that slips onto the table.