Summer is full of sensory joys.
salt, grit, crunch and sploosh
50 ¢! for old tales on well-worn pages,
leaving lingering scents from past homes
sweet and full, in jeweled tones
clap of bat to ball, the roar of cheering
smell of relish, ketchup, popcorn
winged bugs zipline on the wind,
sometimes hurrying, sometimes aimless
that hummmm of the air conditioner
pulsing waves of cool ushering in naps
between icy clinks swirling
miniature glaciers in tumblers.
childlike, joyous, untethered notes
with space wide enough for dreams
swathes of translucent
blended pink, purple, blues
from tiny avian throats in chorus
hydrated and humid, except that
that creep of regret after a day
parading in the sun
early morning cheery light
summer, there is so much to be!