Sometimes, In Summer

Sometimes, in summer
I get the distinct feeling 
that somebody
has left Percy Shelley
out in the rain overnight
up in heaven.

This happens 
invariably
when one sees too many white suits
as one does
in summer
fragile layers as if the white cloth were the petals of an orchid soaked in dew
instead of sweat.

INGRID JENSEN

Ingrid Jensen is a member of New South Story Lab. She is a contributor at Please Kill Me.com and at Totally Wired Mag.