summer

we're always tired

and it's cold: the stars suck heat
from everything but the heater.

You sleep. I remain

connected. The world
coils about itself,
a can of worms,

coaxial cable.

I set the table
and depart. Half asleep
I think of you. It would be so easy …

but it's cold. You're asleep. The stars
have crystallised.

"When the weather gets warmer," you said —

veiled heat, indefinite
promise of summer.

Tim Jones writes novels, short stories and poetry. He was awarded the NZSA Janet Frame Memorial Award for Literature in 2010. You can connect with Tim on Twitter.

'summer' was first published in Bravado 18, 2010. It will appear in Tim's forthcoming collection from Interactive Press, Men Briefly Explained.

This poem spoke to me with it's gentle, familiar description of a relationship (and the promise of Summer!).

Tim has a guest post here tomorrow about speculative poetry and editing, come back for a read.

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