Summer Poem

Midsummer soup
thick air
all the time
neck glistens
things happen
slower in summer
see that guy crossing
the street in slow motion?
See the kid jumping
up and down, lingering
in the air a fraction
of a second longer than
usual? Imagine
walking on the moon
when the moon is so
warm your pants are wet.
Now sit down in front
a fan and try to think.
Good luck with that.