The Records of Every Summer

The Records of Every Summer David J Walker I thought the last cold day of May Had come and gone 50 feels like freezing when 100 was last Friday I thought I was the authentic gardener Who held each calendar day within an experienced heart the halcyon mornings are a congenial neighbor gracious and like-minded but there is nothing to do except bundle one more time assuming June will come as planned we can swim in the warm air again I have greeted each summers coming with passion hoping each will in turn remember me by name there is a library with every record of every summer I have lived It’s near a river running through a town Whose name I don’t remember Pity My childhood is stored there All contained in a Single Summers day