Poetry

Summer

by

Meredith Jones

without those months,
the year- a marrow less skeleton-
collapses

the way i want to slide
under the grass
into the muddy mouths underfoot
to be found some time later

i want to be searched for
like an insect trapped inside amber
under waves of light
under summer sky and stars

found with fluorescing skin
like a scorpion
whose skeleton glows
like an exhibit
when she dies

put out on a desk
where everyone can see