they thought it never rained those days

streets were iced in solar silver rays

reddened suns primping on full parade

then mocking grey its weakened shade

bursting rockets red flowers bloomed

running down curved streets all afternoon

in muddy clumps upon their finished race

though tulips always lost with such disgrace

shops and cafes full of celestial bodies fair

sidewalks meet corners upon some silly dare

convergence swirls us both humans and horse

mingling the clashing worlds without recourse

these horses say silent prayers for cold showers

that come and go like lovers in Mediterranean hours

or for monks with no need for possessions stacked

heavy upon the soft spots of their long bare backs

sacre coeur gazes as summer comes- (oh, go again)

back on tiptoes and dark limbs is my sweltering friend

though birdsong and blushed cheeks praise your glow

we autumns hide amongst moons until we see you go