SUMMER POETRY
The Taste of Summer
The
taste of summer
stains
fingers and lips
a
deep purple-blue-black
as
ripe berries are plucked
from
brambles and dropped into pails
or
popped into grinning mouths.
The
taste of summer
drips
down chins, elbows, and
fingers
that clutch cool green
rinds,
as crisp juicy red
fruit
melts in the mouth,
leaving
hard flat seeds.
The
taste of summer
freezes
mouths and tongues
as
cold, gooey sweetness
slowly
melts and drips
down
soggy cones
grasped
in sticky hands.
Delicious
messiness
leaves
smudges
of happiness
on
our memories,
making
us long for
another taste of summer.
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Picnic Upset
A sudden wind gust
flapped the flag furiously
flipped the small table
scattered bucket, cups, and ice
to sparkle on the sidewalk
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Surprise
Today
when I went out to mow
my
neighbors got quite a show.
Who
knew I could move so quick?
Sure hope
no one snapped a pic.
It’s
a wonder I didn’t break
my
neck, when that little green snake
suddenly
popped into view
right
on the toe of my shoe.
I love it!
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