Summer into Fall

Steven Federle

2011

Contents

Summer into Fall

Reverie

Your breath

your voice

summer soft

lost in sleep

I dream

your whisper

rushing across

my bare

neck

your breath.

Decline of Day

Gentle breeze,

swaying trees

leaves

golden-green.

Imperfect sphere

sliding through day’s

perfect, blue air.

Ascends the moon

stark and silver

much too soon.

A Prophecy

The cities of England burn

with the rage of youth -
nothing to gain
and nothing to lose.

Blitzkrieg incinerates
shops and schools
give cover
as they rush through
gaping windows.

“so why not go get your own?
a penny’s worth, a purse,
a watch,
designer jeans
you know…..
loot”

“nearly one million school leavers
and graduates
out of work,
a generation lost
to worklessness.”

So sirens wail as batons flail
like v-bombs launched
at the nation’s children…

denied,
cut-back
forgotten

The story of our
strangled civilization
written on the back
of bloodied balance sheets

until new order prevails
in the cities of England, France,
America…

the few rich
and the many poor.

Vital

close to my heart

lungs contract

chest falls

fighting

to maintain my

windy passion

chest rises

blood requires

oxygen's fire

still alive

Simon and Garfunkel, 1969