tunes

July

I watch the sun come over / the tops of the trees:
A dirt road in the sun.
Crows and cicadas
The only things making a sound.
Dust / hangs there.

"Caw" this crow calls a few yards ahead, calls out to his friends.
Something he's eating / lies still on the side of the road. 
He waits till I go.

July / Watching the smoke
July / From brush fires. 
July / A month since rain.
July / Thunder again.

Watching the ice cubes / melting in my glass;
Cold water tastes so good!
I'm standing / in front of the fan / but the heat stays the same.
Sweat / dries on my face.

And so I put / my chair / by the crab apple tree;
Wait there for a breeze (wind chime of a breeze)
Sweeping through the trees in the sun.  

July / Watching the smoke
July / From brush fires. 
July / A month since rain.
July / Thunder again.

If I wait / with my eyes tightly closed
And don't move for a while
I'll hear the ring of the phone.
You'll call / you'll call me.
I'm waiting by the trees / I'll see you in the road
When you come.

Mike Enright, c. 1999