tandem

 
pleasant as early autumn    
August's unexpectedly soft skin    
sheds its adolescence    
through marshmallow syllables    
   
it is through the second week    
of the last month in summer    
and the weather is impeccable    
words are a sweet stuck between teeth    
   
   
the season usually bleeds concrete    
around cotton    
blowing dandelions    
into a vacuum    
the heat acting as an adhesive mesh    
sticking the littlest flying whims    
to the linens hung on the horizons clothesline    
   
this year the days pass with an ease to hours    
and the aviators return home each day    
   
the air speaks of peace    
when the war can be left    
and all the apologies have been spent    

let them be received where they will  
 
a truly lovely day  
can be enough