summertime

a few years ago
-when my children came along, I suppose-
summer became my favorite time of year.

I think it's because it is the epitome of childhood magic.

 zoo.... and Wolf.

some of the very best stuff
lives in the summertime.

it's wild
and it's free--
unrestricted and boisterous.

it's a little too bright
and a little too loud
and a little too much
of everything.

but it's big
and magic...
like a wild,
laughing,
happy,
drunken song.

no reason for repenting,
and no reason for hiding.

just dance
and laugh
and sing,
until you fall over
in complete and utter
exhaustion.

barefoot,
naturally.