on her toes
string bikini
skin the color
of milk chocolate
head back
hair slightly rustling
in a sea breeze
the waves rolling in
gently behind her
summer love
summer
Summer by Georg Trakl
At evening the complaint of the cuckoo
Grows still in the wood.
The grain bends its head deeper,
The red poppy.
Darkening thunder drives
Over the hill.
The old song of the cricket
Dies in the field.
The leaves of the chestnut tree
Stir no more.
Your clothes rustle
On the winding stair.
The candle gleams silently
In the dark room;
A silver hand
Puts the light out;
Windless, starless night.
translated by Robert Bly
on my desk
summer
white cotton dress
sleeveless t-shirt
straw hat
in hand
sandals
on feet
one slightly raised
body leaning
to one side
hair
perfectly framing
your face
eyes filled
with warmth
that knowing smile
the confidence
of youth
with all that life
has to offer
stretched out
before you
and here
in this photograph
all that I hope for
captured
forever
on my desk
Leonard Durso 