Missing Day -

It was just as well

A June day’s such a long

The young grass maddening smell

Kite flies high alone

Above a low green swell

And time is thick as pitch

One could hear from the pond

A faint creak of oars

It’s calling us to reach

The better other shores,

It’s calling us to run…

Two bottles on the bench

My beer wormed by the sun

There’s not a single cloud

A kite flies and I would

A pebble in my boot

Too lazy to shake out

While kite was flying high

What did we talk about?

The summer had gone by

And so had I