Perhaps unsurprisingly given the heat, everything slows down for the summer in Spain, so I’m finally getting time to think about revising some old poems.
This fragment comes from a far longer piece, but I think it’s worth posting it as a stand-alone, particularly as the blog is in dire need of an update:
the sun flowers
and sheds its petalled light
into the corners
of our unswept lives
don't confuse the narrator 