Summer like corners open up in the room
Windows bang open with the salty breeze
And every evening looks like rain
As I drive home through a deserted summer street.
The verandas open to the blue green mango tree
From where the cuckoo bird entices me.
My mom plays god with sugar cubes
And the kitchen now smells of lemon tea.
Summer springs up in empty alcoves
And the purple month turns green
And soon many leaves will die a death
But for now they shimmer in the new summer breeze.
