Incomplete Thoughts

Summer heat jumps off the Street

sweltering pavement
dripping icecream
sweat-soaked clothes.
icy water
fan breeze
cushioned recliner.



Battles
The view: loud sounds and flashes of light in my face.
and they looked like death . . .
and they were.



Orlando

Her tears - for a thousand years
stuck in place - fall down his face.
Wasted time - it burns like lime
in his eyes - slips though her skies.
He was young - his heart unsung
of stories bold - now she's old.

While the sun pales, he sails
without lights - the starless nights.
Dark waters splash, he acts brash
to stop the dip on the ship.
"He's to blame!" the crew exclaim
to their toes, "for all our woes".

She treads on glass; servants pass
through the heat; with slipper'd feet.
Rich satin, books in latin,
music trills with puffs and frills-
drowning in her pink gowning,
no skin bare with pulled tight hair.