a marmalade sun briefly sets

the horizon aflame before

quenching itself as it climbs

behind the city’s silhouette,

It will be cooler today they say

on the early news and we might

already have had our summer,

I feel deluded and disquieted

by the phoney heat as if being

mislead by some greater force

that I do not fully understand

but am wiling to be coerced by,

so with this self-satisfied

scepticism and knowing that

good things do not last forever

I launch myself like a newly

christened boat into Tuesday,

It’s 5am and the city beast Is yet

to rouse its cantankerous head

itself still basking in this faux

continental sleight of hand

as I consider my options.

© Graham R Sherwood 07/25