Summer, I\u2019ve been
\nto your concerts in the rain.
\nWorn golden shirts.
\nExalted at your fireflies.
\nWatched the full moon
\nleaven the swelter of the night.<\/p>\n
And now it\u2019s August
\nand there is a shortening of time.
\nA few more minutes in the morning
\nbefore I rise.
\nThe cotton fields of the sky
\nhave been harvested in the dark.
\nThe nonchalant nakedness of June
\nis clothed.
\nYour toes are putting on
\ntheir sandals.<\/p>\n
But this is not where I am.
\nMy life is longer than time,
\nthe tick tock of seasons.
\nIt is the spokes of a radiant wheel.
\nI can cross the equator
\nand find summer coming on.
\nMy geodesic stars can leave
\nearth itself,
\nand go on forever
\nmaking their direction.<\/p>\n
I want my summer
\nto be where it belongs.
\nWhere the sun never goes out.
\nWhere my love comes to the window
\nand calls,
\ncome out Ted!
\nAnd I come out
\nwaving a poem in the air,
\nhollering as loud as any man can,
\nwhen he\u2019s in love.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Summer, I\u2019ve been to your concerts in the rain. Worn golden shirts. Exalted at your fireflies. Watched the full moon leaven the swelter of the…<\/p>\n