or ‘What Blazingly Hot Summer Saturdays Are For’

bike rides and picnics on canal banks thick with bramble
juicy berries bursting with the sun’s warmth

summer’s wildflowers and grasses, towering over you where you sit,
going to seed

seeking out cool water and dappled shade against the heat

and a quiet place on the water, nestled amongst the trees

for a cold beer and a taste (go on, twist my rubber arm)
of their distilled-on-this-very-spot citroen jenever


31C in the shade…

… the sunflowers are happy!