Ancient brick buildings,
summer I view through the sweat,
I shared my love with the afternoon.
Brick buildings ancient daydreams,
footsteps soft returning
summer again is past
lost in black exhaust fumes.
Hazy view through windows
the silky white blades forced into a line.
stare out along my alley,
Six-year-old eyes again,
love shared with the afternoon.
I am spinning,
A sister of the past