Through
the window she wrote carefully in intimate large rounded letters
“I love you”
Written
across the reserves of a Serengeti plain on little girl stationary placed as a
talisman against her still
planed chest –
all part of that fearsome summer when a chesty outsider arrived
to steal him
away as
the summer heat arrived to use her,
to heat
her with a strange aching burning
as she
watched from her child’s bed
watched
their late-night sprees in the grass behind his house under her bedroom window
her
aching for him as futile as a whispered wish for the Serengeti sun to
light the
navied night with equatorial blaze



