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
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2021
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