August

Summer has been too hot this year.
I scuffle with the closet for some
surcease of heat in cotton, light
flavored,like peach or green to offset
how the water clings to us even now
at six in the morning beneath fans.
In the bathroom I clean my face,
begin the polish that will shine
when I smile, if I smile today.
You sit silent in the just rising
sun thinking of coffee, terms like
voluptuous and full on the tip
of your tongue. I find myself
smiling at you and your ideas.
Gather my bags and trappings
of what passes for a career these days.
Out the door the vacuum seal breaks;
my lungs collapse hungry for air.
Just as I catch the wind that is haval
my eyes percieve, just to the right
GLORY
as God stitches in pink and gold
the day on the hem of His
encompassing blue robe to remind us
that heaven is the fabric of the world.