Tonight

Thinking about summer.

 

I think I’d like to

    converse

 with the Moon;

 

   Swing in a

hammock

 as the sun warms the

other side of the World;

 

Dance in a field of stars and

         soft-pulsing fireflies

so dense that my eyes

  burst into flame,

         painlessly and

with brilliance beyond

   what we know.

 

Oh, August in itself:

   harp strings, silk, and warm water!

   mercury and flag waves!

 

         I’d like to sleep –

laze beside human existence who

wouldn’t mind the

 hazy crisp of sky-air and the

    nostalgia of it all.

 

In my mind, simple and round

would the moments be:

      salt-shaker specks and heavy eyes,

slipping toes and

   slipping into silence.