Only August by pd lyons (Worship Swans Version)

 

 

 

Only August

crows

almost quiet

only feather sounds

rising

almost still

only slow

steady beating

as if horses

finally

taught themselves

to march in order

across the fields

almost green

only smoky

spiral dust

almost damp descending

mirage

as if insects

finally taught themselves

to sing like falling rain

across midday

almost yawning

only august