Blow

Summers have flown

Like cats with wings

While I have changed 

From ugly duckling

To swan with bee stings.

I have read and written

Ink off other's letters

While they waited 

For the postman

To deliver them 

Their fate with a seal. 

I have known and been

My lover's odd dream

Counting the whiskers

Of another man too keen

To be hers. 

Summers, them, summers

Like cats with wings

Have flown and shown

Me the wand of steel

Wiping off my love

For my grandmother's

Falling skin. 

And today I say

There's a reason to

All of this -

Maybe another summer

So that the dirt 

On me is blown.

Do you hear me or

Shall I make myself 

Seen?