This is from a trip to the park a couple weeks ago. It's still definitely a draft. But better than the others from that day. It has no title yet.
In this turgid summer
birds chirping and slow blue waters
cover over a multitude of sins.
The blue sky bears thunder and rain
between its fingers;
grassy lawns conceal biters and scratchers
and garbage from a desolated picnic;
tanned skin and hard muscles betray
taut circumstances
with a twitch or excessive attention
to detail.
This calm swelters
and under the heat
we putrify.
(But nobody seems to notice
because we all, guilty, fear
to be found.)
