I am weary my love, summer is so
Bright this year - the shutters
Keep hitting against the Patio wall
And molten sunlight-gold trickles
down the low, shaded windows
Dry, breathless is the wind, and
Trees are trees, are green, are
Swaying, dark and fragrant they
Race through the room, stamping
Like a herd of wild horses, and
Behind them, in a cloud of dust,
Indians, feathers and all, follow -
Swept away, sinking, down i go,
Free-falling, spinning towards
A final, bottomless meltdown...
The phone rings, - someone at the
Other end wants to know how i am
I am weary my love, - and summer
summer is too bright to bear.
Nomi Ben-David.
