hot, hot, hot
in the car, in my brain

errect windmills
poppies in the fields

like lips left ajar
sharp call for icecream

two horses cuddled
in a trailer kiss, kiss

your hand on the wheel
carefully spins my world

reduced to epsilon
through surfer’s legs

v’s after v’s of sea
people chirping on the beach

let’s go home
burn all the marking

in piles of leaves
follow the urge