This is the last week of July

July

This is the last week of July

gold 
petals shred like glory in the wind

and bumble bees … grazing like fuzzy cattle of the sun …

they zig zag on the marjoram

up high ,

go wondering wispy thoughts that pass and drift

way up there in the bluest blue

faint    wishes                                       unformed notions

afloat                 upon an empty   ocean

 behind ,

but lower down ,

And under towed

go towering bowsers of the air

heavy , thunderous , bound with twine ,

like fleecy haystacks , palaces of wound up wool ,

in lumps and bundles ,

water laden - bumper full and plumped and thumping ,

wrapped but ready to spill all

at any moment's crash and pour   how can
 we live under this weight ?

and bumble bees

graze like the cattle of the sun

zig zagging on the marjoram

                 Anita Greg 07/08/2019