utterly spent
the smudges of lipstick
at sunset

summer clouds tower
from the orchestra pit —
woodwind section

stillness —
a humid night thickens
in my head

the last quarter
not given

tuareg dusk
a caravan of clouds
from the west

summer haiku
yawning doggerel
sprawls the page

lingering heat . . .
eyes close to sustain
the sunset

night vision —
the same empty page
soaks up light