Summer Fun

When the church bell echoes freedom, and we hear The day of village sport chiming in our bones The ladies new clothes, and body parts almost bare Frisky like kites, smiling sweet like trombones These will come bearing baskets seeking the prize The boys with latent hunger, men with roving eyes. Crafts the fingers use to bewitch and make them Into wives, food that enriches vigor, laid out like joy I remember Veronica, I remember the subtle gem I remember the sack race, O the sadly tumbled boy He will eat her stew plums, drink her fruited wine Watch her shaking head as each offer she has decline O to be man is to drink the salt of tears and laugh The fun of summer is to play forgetting the bruise The one who is the joker cannot feel and never lose Night will come and moonlight with its pillow soft We play and seek before we sleep, the world is blind Love keeps its secret temple in the secret of the mind. 8/23/2012