From "Blood Poems for the Death Penguin" by Zeylan

August Memories          

i.

Convertible drive
"A car with taste"
  I smile...
Feet hanging out the window
blur, free and also
no fear.
Laughter    the radio
The smell of new leather.

ii.

flowers
in the sun
fleeting?    no
feel
breathe
A man with a child
laughing,    though
the child is free    a whistle
harmony.

iii.

Summer sadness
A dreary air
stale puzzle
The girl invisible
Forming a gauntlet within life's errors
Sustaining blue, atrocities survive
And drown
me.

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