Sunny Days of Summer Coming

 

Could have brought a bathing suit

Could have lit a pipe

Could have kayaked to and fro

And not just rode a bike

 

Families accrue to barbecue

Kids with tubes jump in the lake

I wish I was here with you

Doing what we like

Things are slow on Memorial Day

A morning at Beaver’s parade

Dad’s hung over so nothing grows

Resents my garden, beg your pardon

 

I hear music I grew up with

The language taken for granted

Non gourmet hamburgers and hot dogs

Square in the circle I come standard

 

Sunny days of summer coming

May as well have a banjo strumming

Without a lingering illusion

No guilt or persecution

 

May 30, 2022