Dance For June Sunset

The garden lamps rise for Summer the same way the sun
disco balls.
The moon
only glitters
when the stars are out too.
City life is far too brief.
Set a fire
in the backwoods
and see
what comes near
to play.

Dance furiously for the long and dog days.
Fall and Spring are nothing to me.
Celebrate extremes as the rainbow shows
what the I can't see

In person.

Know the transitions and familiarize.
How wonderful the dark.
How wonderful the light.
How beautiful to walk
with the wind against your back.  All ways
the wind with
intent on your might?

The garden lamps rise for Summer
in the depths of Spring.
The ground soft enough to mud your shoes.
The sprigs crisp enough to snap
without breaking.

In person.

Scream and yowl,
fink and howl to the absent moon.

Present.  A matter of time and
enough glass to catch a bulb.

Check shoe laces for blood.