Anna Couani #56

I remember hot days

like today

but I forgot

the misery

in my memory

that really hot day

in the early 60’s

was dry

when I fell out the window

caught my arm in some rope

that worked a window

came in contact

with the cotoneaster

finding all those red berries

and their pungent juice

also that frangipani

on the path

the way it bled white

and the way we

often snapped bits off

the sharpness of the buffalo grass

on a lawn that sloped too sharply

to play on

picking off the purple flowers

of the lantana

flinging them in the air

then there was dandelion

dock weed

onion grass

paspalum

privet

inedible fruits

bitter leaves