Summer Sonata

The sun sizes it up
A fast grey machine
Lopes like the wolf
Stashed among trees
Insouciant as the wind
Heard but once a year
Sighing cryptic litanies
Fomenting everything
You see it like this
Pregnant with cause
You do not look again
Until the din is slick with dew
And the false movement within
Hints of its seared bronzed skin
As the mythical locust begs for
Reprise
Spurned yet again
Sunshine cedes
Fall begins