a summer ago

such a car
prostrate
crashed into August’s blackburries
gently dies
saing goodbye to the summer,
as a beach umbrella’s pole
oxidized by the old age
kills the wind
defending a temporary land – for both -

sepia asphalt
and silver dust
enclose sands
blending to the warmth
summery vapour

And mermeids of flags
to the sky
whistle, rustle, scratch
cutting the air
when under the water
the silence drowns the hearing
and the lunary landscape
of sea
reduce every fear
renew every freedom.