Summer Cuts 4

Lick wire split fingertips.  The sting of the pierce
still fresh and blood dried.

The rule returns:
always use gloves when handling braided cable.

Bicycle repairs to complete.
Simple work underneath the sun and mosquitoes
while dandelions stretch and play.

Grease blacked palm to brow.
80 can feel like 110 and 75 can feel like 50.
Each season
is the most on record, right?

Sun down and chimney swifts
alight back home.  Their winged racket
keeps the bats in.  Traffic signals.
A Sol traffic light.

Heat will play.

Wrench slip and skinned knuckle sigh
breaks the static.  Clouds muscle against
a fire's light of stars.

Somewhere up there
is Summer too
and a kid fixing a bike.

Snot all bad, hawking phlegm at an early moth.
Missed.  Clover patch.  Splat.

A good day is a good day.
Lick fingertips.  Sit and light another.

Sore forearms and long inhalations, one second for each hour
beyond Winter's grip.  Ash, out, pick up the 5/16ths C wrench.

Cat Owner

What do you want on your piece of taco?
Meow.
Taco piece?  What's the difference.  They're the same thing.
Meow.
We're out of meat, but I think there are some beans in-
Meow.
Peanut butter in a taco?
Meow.
Where?
Meow.
That good, hunh?  Well, that's definitely only going on yours.
Meow.
No, I have never been to the Philippines.  Do they even make tacos there?
Meow.
No, there is no meat.  Tuna is a meat.
Meow.
Fish is too a meat.  Not all meats are meats though.
Meow.
Coconut meat.
Meow.
About ten minutes.  Go find your brother and ask him what he wants too.  I'm only making dinner once.
Meow.