Rolling sky, a game of guessing clouds,
fluffy specters collide and shift -
tectonic teddy dancers play,
and scatter heaven's face.
The grass tickles your neck
and its multitudes press upward -
softly lifting you aloft,
asleep between the earth and sun.
Saving solemn thoughts for fall,
you linger, lay, waste the day,
counting dreams in dreary drawl -
to savour summer London-way.