Discomforted Summer

Spring passed here is Summer at last, not her last lasting grief, summer’s relief cool waters flow seasons surpass dictates of time as we tread water especially her spouse he finds slight smile in a bottle, birds nibbling seeds his kids calling on him, expecting not too much he is a gentle soul supposed to be with his other half Summer sun will ne’er be a comfort nor sea nor sand, a shovelful or grain, sifts through his fingers starfish in the sky interest his gaze missing arms and legs seasons will come’n go beachcombers will bum the sea’s in his eyes the sun burns immemorial no June* 6/21/2021 *mom’s name