Time kept seasons conclude. Summer springs
A brightening then its sulfurous noontides wins,
Wash away tardily like a repenting Midas.
He says, ‘Here’s a gift, out of my touch idol,
A late summer bloom like switching off polite,
Fluorescent lights to see stars―light giving way to light;
Like holding oceans weightless and without
Drowning in the small aperture of the eyes allowed.
The grapes ripen purple and hemorrhage red wine,
Just as to…