“Summer,” New Era, Aug. 1986, 27
Summer
Summer is a lime-green rivulet of sno-cone
running down your arm.
It is hay in your hair,
and rocks
in your bicycle tires.
Summer settles down
on you
in carotene red and
rusted pink
of a sunset in July,
and scurries off to the
flurry
of orphan color on the sidewalk.