Summer. Time to prepare

For liquid influx. The concept

of weekends. No bearing on

Anything.

We curse the humid feeling of

organizing limited time. We think

of Fruit, and removing seeds.

Tedium.

The barbeque is cob-webby

and has rusty parts. I don’t think the

Steak will care.

Salmon is better. And it

makes the grates smell.

Outside where the grill lies

are furry things eating bugs.

Cute but snake-like.

The freshness of spring

Has changed to skunkiness. The rain

is never enough.

Very few monarchs. I join

A milkweed campaign. We need

more of just about everything.

But people.

My friends go camping. If you call it that.

Luxuries and electricity.

Blue Jays. Lost perspective.

They’re a real bird. Aggressive.

Catching squirrels. Re-location.

Cats, with testicles

That need removing. Despite the season

the news

hardly ever changes. We try not to be

selfish about Death.

French fries with Cajun spice

Malt vinegar.

Noisy air-conditioners. Not a breath

of fresh air.