A cold beer
revives my throat
by now the rag-red
sun glides toward
the horizon.

Today I heard the voice of Venus
in melodies of pale voluptuous lig
where she cruised in oceans of Jup
and told me tales of secret love
where boundaries diminish in carna

Tilted arid sun
with it’s leaning light,
me, hiding south
of my brimmed hat,
the Australian Summer