73. I remember a day

I seemed to think that there was something
I wanted to do
on this hot & dusty august afternoon,
 – but for the life of me,
I can’t remember what it was.
and so, here we lie in the shade
of the orange trees
by the pool
with an icy drink, a book and a cigarette
while the stillness & the unseen crickets
& the all-embracing heat haze
shimmers and buzzes and sizzles all around us
guiding us gently towards tomorrow.