Tales of Summer

Summer creeps up 
on us a dusty 
horny toad 
nowhere to go. 

The squirrel 
of spring pool 
ball path 
soon still.

The mellow hibiscus 
the rose of Susan 
afternoon cold tea 
winter up in the air. 

A California scrub 
jay scolds a crow 
as I put marigolds 
out on the porch. 

Kevin tinker off
and me hitchhiking 
Vista del Mar home 
from Junior Lifeguards. 

At Refugio Beach 
Bruce catching 
lizards in the rocks 
along the creek bed. 

Seems odd to fall 
asleep still light 
out and wake up 
still in light. 

Soon too hot
to hold this 
device for words 
of summer morns.