Daniel Senser

Summer’s Approach Tangerine bright   muted  In white heat of summer  Moon-thirst drinking   bloody sky  Grown white pale  You wonder  Why does the caracoling wind  look back at the faces  Of the weeping?   There’s honey in the ledger  Where the names of prophets should be  They’re all naked  On the corner of Fifth and Main  drinking honey wine  And debating Chaucer’s motives in the moonlight