a tale of summer gone

the summer here vanished in a matter of hours
everyone kept staring right and left
trying to spot it as it rushed east, west or,
most probably,
south. And there as such, darkening without notice
clouds urged their way through
kicking each and everyone into the 5th season
which is like a trailer of what will come
brooding with the new.

it was indeed a parenthesis,
and in a more fatalistic, pagan way
we could say; for every Berliner's complaint
–about past July heat–
a raindrop fell on the city, on its streets
and in its canals. filling straight lines with concentric circles.

for b.j.