Flies

Flies tacking geometric flight.   Hanging in the warm air, walking set paths, through the immaterial.   Back and forth. To and fro.   Mapping lines, on an empty map.   Advertisements

Sunday

Sun hanging over head beats down.   Earth is dry, cracked and hard.   The air is still, the heat remains.   Growing sultry, radiating back up, unmoved by wind.

Reading

May: SPQR Julian of Norwich Holloway Circe   June: The Penelopiad France The Inimitable Jeeves Patrick Leigh Fermor The Song of Achilles   July: A Black Fox Running Carry on Jeeves A Time of Gifts.