Horus on the beach,
bank of the Nile.
Chatting up a slumming Sumerian
spring spirit.
Summer no time
for vengeance,
just seeding.
Tony making time
with Cleo,
Bob drunk,
beating Alice again.
The old postman
moaning “howdy”.
Passing secrets
on the side-streets
of the small town
we all tear down daily,
in our good-time daydreams.
Writer Moe 
Summer no time
for vengeance,
just seeding.
Interesting play on words. The mix of garden imagery with sexuality reminds me of Lorna Crozier’s, “The Garden Going On Without Us”. Check her out at:
http://www.lornacrozier.ca/poems.html
Thanks Venus – I’ll check her out.