WHEN THE WIND BLOWS IN THE SUMMERTIME
Ten Poems by Robert Plath

When the wind blows in the summer
when the wind blows in the summer
it's easy not to feel the burn of sun on your skin
it's easy to forget the heat of the sun
when the wind blows in the summer
but when the white clouds come
when the sky-filling clouds come
and shadows of branches across the grass vanish
when the web of pencil-drawn shadows fades
when the white clouds come they show us
just how much the sun melts our edges
just how much the black dot spreads
but when the wind blows it's easy to forget
when the wind blows in the summertime

(unpublished)