Summer, an interruption (a poem)

Today’s entry…

For a while there
it was the season of love

It would start in spring
with that mix of bright sunlight
and crisp morning temperatures
before finding its true expression
in hot, sunny afternoons
when we’d drive somewhere
with the windows down
the music up

and any place we ended up—

a park with cool grass, tall trees, and squirrels chasing each other
a restaurant by the lake
a concert at dusk
back home, atop the sheets

was where we were supposed to be

Yes, for a while there
that’s what it was

Then it went back
to what it really is

a distraction from work to be done
a barbecue on a Sunday afternoon
a weekend
a daydream

an interlude, somewhere far from
where we’re supposed to be

(2 June 2017)

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