Summer,
what is that music
coming across the water?
Your dress is so green.
It is too early for a knitted sweater.
We are taking our boys out
to play in geysers.
We will collect sunflowers later.
Make nets out of spider webs,
and collect the unsubstantial
glitter-dust of light.
Watch Neverland come alive
past sunset.
Memaw, Mimi, Papa with Jackie and Michael.
A pizza supper,
orange juice cones.
A weekend for all of us
in stadiums of blue,
hearing crickets
chirping in the night
and white stars
studding the ceilings
of summer’s house.