yellow moon glows
as purple velvet upon my
eyes closed to sleep.

sweating against the pile
of clean laundry slowly colonizing
my bed and soon to leave me
to the floor
I muster hope to dream dreams big.

tonight the sun melted into an alter
of crimson clouds within a
deep blue frame as we drove
across the birmingham bridge
and through the warm summer crosswind that
makes anyone crave swimming pools.

the tape playing in the dash had no volume
against the four open windows.
and conversation was no match for ice cream
during summer
on a sunday eve.