In a hammock on the first eve of Summer. Edit .00001 richard

[Richard]

Hey tectak,
This is a pretty strong poem, so there isn't a lot to critique. However, I will attempt it:

Dusk dropped stale and breathless, felt like dark was overdue. -I get how dusk is breathless based on what the rest of the poem is about. However, I don't understand why dusk is stale. I would consider using a different word that supports the rest of the poem more effectively.
A beeswax moon was dodging past a kapok caricature. This is a wonderful line. It might be the most original line I've read in a while.
I drifted in and out of sleep, my dreams became the sky; 
a silent movie melded from the pageant passing by. -My only issue with the silent movie image is that it makes me think in black and white, and this poem, as evident by the next line, is not in black and white.

Silhouettes of summer, leaves of apple dark and green,
filled the space between my head and the distant silver screen.
No melody in minor keys, no swelling heaven's throng...-I'm assuming "heaven's throng" is referring to the clouds. It seems to me that this might be an overly elaborate why to refer to clouds.
but listen to the still, cool air and hear the nightjar's song. -I love this ending. The silence of dusk is broken in wonderful fashion.
tectak
2017

Like I've said above, this is a good poem, so I feel like I am mainly nit-picking above. However, I did enjoy having the opportunity to read and comment on  it

Cheers,
Richard