July 1
Now, brash summer arrives, Banging loudly at the door, Letting the screen slam shut As it rummages through the fridge For fresh lemonade. It won’t listen to reason, it throws Lit firecrackers out the car window, Grins wide as the hot moon Slumping across the sky. Put on your sandals and lightest shirt, Remember how to dance, how The hall looks, lit up at night across the fields, Music shaking out the windows while people Swirl and turn inside, a hive Of joy and regret all strung together Like the colored lights cris-crossing overhead, The sweet wail of a fiddle Rising up into the wild and distant stars.