Flaming June lies behind me
a cool memory. And one
of minimal warmth, hot days
being exceptions, rather
than rules, while July unfolded
coolness, prompted my heating
into an untimely life.
No fire, but still the earth warms
and the river shrinks, tepid,
lazy in its lack; warning
foxes, voles, trout and egret,
all those paying attention,
that capitalism was
born to die; it’s time over;
and one way or another
the Phoenix will arise.
One way or another
generosity is the answer.
Common knowledge will become
the river of common wealth.