Her sugarsong infects
afternoon’s drowsy summer ear;
auditorium of warm air.
Osteoporosis has stricken the elderly woman sunflower.
Her colossal rusting head-eye so
A guttural green sound in the wrecked garden.
Cough of spring earth
clearing its croaked winter
Bumping home on random kerbs of air,
through summer’s glutted, cloying light,
From a clenched Mediaeval iron fist,
a skeletal finger of sunlight
switches on the
My old father’s bald summer head is French-polished
by slick sun, brilliant oil.