it was
in the dream
the voice that said
the answer
is here

summer's end
an ice cube melting
in the street

out of a bed
of colourful flowers -
a magpie

summer grasses
grown long and gone
to seed

lazy Sunday -
from somewhere else the sounds
of argument

summer dusk
the streetlight turns
from pink to amber

heatwave commuter -
a bouquet blossoms
from his back-pack