July. Jewel-ly.
The most anticipated 31
All is growing
All is reaching
For pinnacle summer sunshine.
Time outside
Distended
To catch sun downs of
Orange, fuchsia, millennial pink.

Every fruit in season
All the boats in the water
Every leaf and flower and insect at peak
Daylight lingers long
The hour of gold maximum divine.

Bonfires
My favourite perfume
Hypnotize all the humans
Lost in abstract flames
Contemplating galaxies
Or burnt marshmallows?
In moments of sidereal repose.

Long ago
on my baby blue banana seat
Days were missions
In forsaken school yards, gullies, construction sites.
Crab apples in our pockets
We would ride
We would spy
Run errands for cash
Dickie Dee our siren
Nearby.

Right now
A verdant lawn still warrants a cartwheel
And sprinklers will get a leap now and again
But Pop Shoppe was replaced with Prosecco
As languid days now have an adult-y train to catch.

Salad days
Are now days to eat salad.