Where you lean against a bank while a van passes,
And the deep lane insists on the direction
Into the village, in the elctric heat
Hypnotised. In a warm haze the sultry light
Is absorbed, not refracted, by grey stone.
The dahlias sleep in the empty silence.
Wait for the early owl.

Undulating orgasms
Precisely combined
Culminating in
Chaos and Aether
Precocious offspring
One troubled but productive
The other serenely indolent