The Creek Continues

Summer afield between curtains of rain
our faces blurred, but we did not kiss,
breath caused the trembling of violets.
And the quiet then is silver radiance,
the sky she flatters fairly to resemble
while the creek continues under willows.
We lay unending in the charity of days,
omens glisten like seeds in tall grass,
like sleep she undoes the sun’s magnificence.
Hopeless to find another room of air,
she will restore the puddle stones to agate
and jewel the space of our disappearing walls.