some summer ramblings

summer's wrought me crooked

a condemned abandoned barn

to the right of the highway

and the hot wind blows right through

summer's wrought me thoughtful

i do sometimes think of you.

in the heat i'm a slow walker

with nothing else to do

i'm as heavy as a flour sack

and i sometimes think of you.

lately my transparencies

-washed up piece of sea glass-

once told, i had beauty in reserves

but i always tell when asked.

summer's wrought me joyous

for the little things

as full of love as a golden anniversary

the heat lowers my eyelids

the bay is grey and smooth

i think about the same old things

and sometimes think of you.

summer's wrought me sleepy

i sometimes, languid, make mistakes

but i label them as practice

as it's too late to hit the brakes

on what i've done.