The soul has much to say
Season of imagination...
The truths
of July
Mrs. Scuderi's
homemade peach gelato
Enough said
Mr. Browne's
annual summer bash
Lots of food
Good music
Laughter to be heard
deep into the evening
Angela stops by
to tell me how her day went
As always she removes
from my shirt
a piece of lint
that isn't there
Nervous energy I guess
Danny runs over to thank me
for my help
He made the all-star team
All the credit goes to him
That kid loves baseball
so much
The Casey sisters run
through the sprinkler
Over and over
and over again
I'm reminded of my youth
Walking through
my backyard
I make sure
I'm alone
Time to chase
fireflies
Catching them
then watching
as they light up the world
that is my palm
I'm reliving my youth
Time for
a cold one
Kicking back
in my chair
Watching an ant crawl
along the banister
My new neighbor opens
her sliding door
She reminds me
of Natalie Wood
Must be 80's night
at her place
I can hear
the incomparable Martha Davis
sing "Only the Lonely"
Wearing that
sweet perfume
Summer whispers
and the scent of a woman
Perfect together
I try not
to stare
She does
the same
Her date
never showed
She's cleaning her grill
so slowly
Making my way inside
she catches me by suprise
"Would you care for some dinner?
I have plenty here"
I pause for a moment
Neon light bulb goes off
"Only if we share
some gelato for dessert?" I reply
Thank you, Mrs. Scuderi...lol
She smiles a smile
that would engulf the sun
Leftover firecrackers
explode into the night
Great meal
Soft company
Summer is the season
of the imagination
Now is the time
to set mine free
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Season of imagination...
Season of imagination...
