A summer’s day turns
And tussles inside
With the tides of remorse
Of the opportune lost

A charred morrow calls
And I fray in distress
Sent tumbling
As ridicule so gladly descends

The summer day looms
And I cannot be
All curved by sorrow and sloth

I cannot be
The allure for vultures
Who starve for spent flesh
At a summer day’s end