Kerri Shying R - #631 - three-quarters of the year but it isn’t global warming

I was in a café in Santorini    there were cats    nobody
offered me a coffee   dream  almost daylight
 in Mayfield   the coffee cold in the caffetiere
needed to be strained in case of roaches
that’s what you get for a summer that  goes for

three quarters of the year but isn’t global warming

outside the dawn light touches     a loquat flowering
for the third time  it’s June   twenty six degrees to
ten in twelve hours   and I’m getting used to this the way
 I got used to my brain injury    which I admit
every now and then   swipes me   a cat paw   giant   to the ditch