summer love has turned into sour lemonade
melted popsicles
puddles of spilled juice
and flakey cookie crumbs
dry flowers and heat
make summer love unbearable
even indoors, summer love has
forgotten the finer points and lines
of curved, sweaty backs
pressed against the cool refridgerator door
brightly colored strawberries
now resemble roadkill victims, overturn tomato trucks
and abandoned garbage heaps
summer love is lonely without willing participants
and whirs slowly in the corner like metal fan blades
over and over again, summer pleads with love
only to find its rays much too harsh
to sustain life



peace
ladee