A mandarin now,
The days are peeled;
A lesser sadness surely felt


Women and kids do walk

The small births of summer colour,
how they do walk in fits and starts,
complicating your destination agenda.
Worded pleas: failed propaganda.
You sit with them by the blasted rocks.
Paved lake, pathway,
feet crooking over two surfaces.
The pale grass folds back
small bodies do collapse on to,
against a lilting breeze.
A hand is held. A spotted cheek is scratched
red sowed for your caress,
the small births of summer