Dog day birthday

And so, as dog days end

I came to be

Born in waning summer

And days of dying bees

A vapid arid desert

Where no-one can be seen

When itinerant tourists

Linger like lost leaves

The diaries are blank

Friends have gone away

Cities hold their breath

The crowds have had their day

A cause for celebration

Is always out of reach

Now I know that dog days end
At end of summer's lease