Summer Joy
Summer is the sound of the robins’ chatter
The sound of the rusty swings, toddlers swinging
back and forth
Summer is the sound of crickets chirping
The sound little boy feet running
pitter-patter through the house
Summer is the smell of cold brew coffee on my hands
The smell of fresh sourdough in the oven,
making for an even warmer trailer house
Summer is the smell of new notebook pages
The smell of pages waiting to be filled,
all bleachy white
Summer is the name of a girl I went to school with:
Summer, with her long brown hair
that I envied
Summer is reading on the back deck
Baby in the bouncer, both of us taking in
summer sounds, summer smells, summer joy