My dream of summer
The wind that leaves the window blinds quivering
The rain that never seems to stop
I fall asleep dreaming of the streets
Covered with deep puddles
I have to skirt around the children
They are jumping in and out, laughing,
Shouting, their faces wet and glowing.
It is summer.
The descending altitude will improve your thinking
You will not need Adrianne’s thread
to find the beginning.
In the market
the fish is wrapped in colored papers
chaos and banter rise above the crowd
a spectacle of summer.
As you walk home you will see
the monarch butterflies have changed
the shape of trees
You will be enthralled again.
Looking at old photos of summer
Fallen Leaf Lake, Tahoe, CA (above)
Lake Tahoe,CA (below)
(photos by: Mrs. Abstract)