On this fine summer day

No school in session, the kids are wild

The sun progresses turning attitudes mild

One hundred this morning, two hundred by noon

Furrowed brows all around, white shirts a lagoon

All the nosy neighbors are greeting

Offguard hellos to quick byes are meeting.

Cacophonous jingle approaches from west

Expensive ice cream for lunch, sticky hands sticky chest.

Warm nights with pantaloons withdrawn

 Dumb bugs of June still crashing off walls.

On this fine day this summer night, I sit back and wonder 

when will be rid of this God forsaken summer.