Widows Down

 

The summer air is full

The warm fresh smell of grass

As it shoots from the mower

 

Honeysuckle reaching for the sun

Sending the light sweetness

Beckoning the bees for the feasting

 

The whiff of chlorine as I pass the town pool

The bubbles of children’s laughter

Float through the air to my ears

 

The exhaust of an old car

Causes me to cough

As their music blares

 

The essence of skunk

On a hot summer’s night

Transcends me to the childhood station wagon