Summer’s Song

Summer is a bass note.
It buzzes down on us, not like bees, but as
a humming amplifier,
an electric pylon, a
hot helicopter
whose hot pilot’s headphones are tuned in
to a clear channel of crickets
chirping all day long –
and which hovers, unsteady as a bumblebee
thanks to a cargo
hazardously overladen with sunfl
owers, dahlias, ora
nges, roses, lemons,
syrup, spice.

Wes Viola is a pen name of Wes White. An Elder Bard of his hometown of Glastonbury, Wes now works in public libraries in London. He is an alumnus of the Master’s programme in Creative and Life Writing at Goldsmiths College and is a past winner of the poetry prize at Wells Festival of Literature.

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