The summer rooms

[Brownlie]

Beside the deck, a rubbish tin
collects abandoned summer fun:
two worn-out T shirts, faded grey,
a salt-stained swimsuit with a tear,
a tatty towel, a toddler’s spade -- toddler's spade = sort of like a riddle. Maybe just be more direct with toddler's plastic sand castle shovel or something... idk. 
and matching plastic bucket, split, 
a single summer sandal, child’s,
and damaged insect screens.

Within the rooms small groups of flies
buzz spiral flights or butt into
the windows, fizz and spin upon
the windowsills, the bureau tops
or shadow-bathe with bellies up
while in the corners spiders spin
the first of winter’s brand new dens.

The curtains recently came down
for cleaning, leaving open-eyed
the windows, bleared and hazed by salt.
They look out past dead marram grass
on greyed-out beach and sky, and sea
while sand drifts ripple in the breeze.

The summer rooms are swept of sand
at season’s end, then locked again.

After summer comes fall or death with winter spiders or sweeping. That's sort of what i got.