The days seem to get shorter as the sun sets slower/ at the sun dile the rain pours constantly at one pace/ the African drums play across the street, in an exquisite cafe/ the winds blow threw the doors and table cloths flow in the wind as if they were warn like a summer skirt/ but not like a skirt/ fowling threw the breeze/ my hair plays/ it tangles in knots/ the air is still summer and flow from the southeast/ threw the windows of the old Victorian houses by the Winnebago lake.
