Summertime

Art by STMTS

The taste of water from a hose
the squish of mud between the toes
the smell of grass that's freshly trimmed
and how it clings to feet and skin
swimming pools and lakes and streams
if there is water, there's a means
a bathing suit that's worn all day
will dry within the course of play
a blast of lighting -- swimming’s doom
counting time from flash to boom
the thunderclouds - the smell of rain
the beads that stream down window panes
lazy days - a haze of heat
sun-burned skin and sand-burned feet
eventually will turn to tan
the rickety sounds of ceiling fans
that first big gulp of ice-cold coke
its burning bubbles in your throat
the song of crickets signals night
the moon gives rise; the stars give light
and all is good
and all is right.