A poem I wrote in honour of the summer.
There’s a hole in the sprinkler
and the patio needs swept
but not now.
Let’s use summer for something else,
do what people used to do
Lie together on old blankets
beside a river we happen upon.
Stare up at the blue holding hands
blurting out whatever comes to us.
Time will have no sway.
We’ll just lie there
Let the day take us
until we are counting