Last summer

You were busy
The car. The kids. The friends.
So solid. So frail.
You

That summer cold the sky
Suddenly nothing happened again
The mirror different. Picture the same.

Had some countryside vacation
Friendly landscape welcomish
Rustling the plastic grass

Caught by the kid No Choice
You could come. You didn’t.
The wide blue empty
 

Found some cool trails up front the digital window
Going selfish fishing off shore. Brokeback
Mountain shirted
Not hurted no more
 

Enjoyed the google earth scenery. The face book machinery.
Spirits high. No more last summer this summer.  
You bet

Then. The car. The kids.
The missing bolt. Hitting the engine fan.
The major summer engine failure
You

There was this picnic that shouldn’t have been
Birds’ matrix in the sky
Should have brought bread 
Forgot to bring yourself

Last summer I saw you once.
You didn’t care. So I wait.
For nothing else not to happen

Unripe the cones. Summer no harvest.  
The pain. The grain.
Same.

Your trouble in your bubble.
In my cartoon.Breathing
my balloon

You had to go any place
The car. The kids. This summer.
See you next blue sky
You