Summer

Summer —And twilight rolls in, deep and slow.
Vines swell as on a sea, fences sink beneath waves,
and honeysuckle, spawning schools of white petals,
sends pools of fragrance on gulf currents.

Summer—Then go forth! Launch upon the green tide,
lose your self amidst the extravagant spawning,
breathe deep of sweet spray that breaks, swirls behind
(as you drive) in green and white foam...