By: ody
  cuts across the fields
    reaping early harvest
from sun parched ground
  leaving brimstone.
    the star tarries-
  and Venus rides unseen
many times unseen-
  yet always there.
Warm nights
  turn the calender-
    round off the days
bring the sweetness swelling
  brimming over-
I’ve watched Scorpio rise
    so many times-
  and carry his crooked tail
across the sky
  you’d think I’d learn,
But every summer-
  forces the windows open
    and breezes bring
the outside fever in
  the inside out-