The calliope of summer steams into town
Riding on the buzz of grasshoppers
Larking on the songs of robins, cardinals and blue jays.
Each child’s giggle and screech signals a concert
Of water sprays and cool pools of chlorine water.
Colors blaze along the lakeside in greens and reds and yellows
Like a floralfire of smells and textures.
The ripples of a leaping gill-breather lap up against the shore,
Marking time like the lines on a smiling face.
Spread out the orange blanket and sit here
So that I may see you close up in the sunlight.