Crazy, Hazy, Lazy Days
It’s summertime
and Janis wails through the speakers.
I sit at my picnic table,
papers scattered,
and I chase perfect words
like I used to chase butterflies.
My kids splash through the scene,
armed with Super Soakers.
Their antics threaten to jar
the few words I managed
to land on the page.
They jump in the pool -
giggles come up for air
in a million bubbles.
I trade my pen
for a popsicle,
join them poolside,
and succumb to
easy living and
the sweltering rhythms of
“SUMMERTIME.”
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