Sweet Summertime

Because we are so stupid 

We suffocate the glowing embers,

Squeeze the life out of the roaring heartbeat 

With our lungs we got from years of music practice. 

Sweet corn syrup summertime sits on our tongue, 

Hazy beaches remnant of glaciers millions

 of years ago creates mandalas in my vision. 

A dog wanders over to our wandering minds

And for a moment the earth was still. 

Hollow bells ring in mourning of gentle touches. 

Crystalline waves double in the sunlight, singing a pleasant

 siren’s song to those who stare at it long enough. 

I am entranced by the beloved melodies and 

Suddenly my fiery skin has been diminished to embers.

Lemon hazy afternoons leave a lingering scent in my nose,

it allows our shoulders to 

drizzle down from the ripe of our necks. 

A cat with the essence of her ancestors

 naps on the side table.

Her shirt dances with purple palm trees. 

A grand smile curls at her lips, 

And as she starts to procure words from her tongue, 

Instead she produces a pearl. 

• coping
• poetry
• summer