golden warriors with bravery in the blood, green thoughts unwounded by forgettings and sad endings.
Breezes claim leaves scavenged by death and disease, send them into trance dances across lawns, sidewalks, streets, and alleyways.
The bright blue sky with all its bell-singing birds and Daliesque melting clouds, a memory museum in the making.
Come high noon, the sun teaches its ABCs and slick syllables of sweat and seduction.
Come sundown, the moon rises as a silvery metaphor, allowing you to make of it whatever you’d like.
The pulse, the pearlescence, the happiness, the howling—
come summer evening, it’s all there for the taking.