Hot Summer

Fresh and radiant the sky embraces the peach tree: a wave of heat from beyond the barbed wire comes, falls onto the tree - from head to foot - moment after moment, it comes unceasing, unfailing warm and hot hotter than the moment before to the climax the peak of blaze - summer noon - the scent of peach seeps out ... close, closer still the sky has bent down now it clings clings completely to the whole tree night fragrant in the garden; fresh, the sky, bright, open ...