Ah, Summer!

I.
There: the murmuring music of blackflies
in my ears, the haunting hum of crystal wings
hovering so near! One magnificent creature
lands gently as a fat mosquito,
washes his face with dignity, and bites.

(Slap-smack. Oh gosh, ew, oh—)

II.

Tendrils of smoke rising from the fire

feather delicately at the edges,

hot ashen ghosts tearing themselves apart

against the canvas of a dark sky,

or billowing gently on the harsh

evening wind straight into my open mouth.

(Cough cough hack—sorry, I just—cough—)

III.

Is there a sensation more glorious than

running on smooth sand by a shimmering ocean?

Cream-colored drifts are gently shifting

beneath my feet like

the restless waves themselves,

and catching the sun's embracing warmth to

paint it across my cheekbones,

for when my foot sinks too far and I fall.

(—Nobody saw that? Right?)

IV.

Oh, the distant strains of melody

as soft as fairy-music—how their approach

gladdened my heart moments ago!

The mellow taste of ice cream

lingers pleasantly on my tongue,

so sweet and so cold,

though the crunch of your tires over my bone

was less than gentle.

(No—did that just—MY LEG!)