Idle time is the Devil’s invitation,
So this is how I spend my summer.
Hot sunlight beats on my black baseball cap,
While I wander here and there like Satan in the Book of Job,
My precious Doc Martens beat the hot pavement.
Beethoven - something new for me - beats on my eardrums.
It is the sound of a grave tempest,
Of a man dying, or in love.
It’s the same thing.
Sometimes summer rain beats on my window.
Like an ablution to purify us for what comes next.