Summer Bantering

How were we taught summer?

Watermelon seeds,

dusty roads,

secret swimming holes

and long afternoon yawns?

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Did we find summer along the river?

Where the smell of cool water

Wafts up into dry grass

Now pungent in the early afternoon heat.

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Or did summer arrive on an afternoon breeze?

Shaking loose memories

of ice cream cones

and three-month loves.

Who knows?

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I think summer is more like the unrehearsed fibs

From a sweet toothed kid

Skipping stones across the river.

Oblivious to mom’s dinner calls,

But keen on the subtle aroma

of strawberry shortcake.

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Or, was summer announced by the lazy wind chimes?

Their faint tolling, skipping a long beat,

Echoing across the empty porch,

And fading into places where time,

all stubborn and worn,

Sways in the rhythms between

Cicadas and sleeping dogs?

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Surely summer is chattering creeks,

Long golden vistas,

Soft rattles of leaves,

Hot wind through grass,

The quiet hiss of a garden sprinkler.

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And let’s not forget the cricket

And its solo serenade of evening.

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Then again, maybe all this summer stuff

is just the long yawn

Between someplace new

and someplace remembered.