Summer was our inconsistency
in England – a series of off
and on disappointments – our
fickle lover blowing hot – a
kiss of cold – She cared not
for our jealous looks across
to that tanned hinterland of
foreign tongues & languorous
lives [we sheltered from all
kinds of English-ish weather
under rain-heaved awnings] –
We are fouled by sun that is
hung from God’s flit wrist –
a yo-yo rise & fall of hopes
for our English summer again