sum//mer

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stretching on the park lawn,
bento box in hand, the air, thick
n’ sweet like syrup & my white
shorts smutched with bike grease,

no single sign of movement in the sky,
it smells of heat and dog piss &

i watch a group of players
as i balance sushi rolls
on wooden chop sticks to my mouth,

earlier, biking the underpass,
i joined a homeless in his song,
blind from sudden darkness
behind shaded glass, i

think of us,
the summer we made love
under the pine trees in an ivy nest out in the woods,
never on the beach though,
lips taste salty

as i lick them
and i wish that grown-up summers
lasted endless,
like the ones in childhood days,

back on my bike, i catch
the distant glance of a young man,
standing by the bakery– it mingles

with the fading city sounds, taste of ginger
on my tongue, & in a way, i think,
we’re all hungry

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today for poetics, we’re writing summer into words…come and join us when Karin opens the dVerse pub doors at 3pm EST… and don’t forget your sunglasses..smiles