Summer

A small town

Junes here

98 is the high

Cigarettes stamp out the sweet smelling peonies

planted along the sidewalk, downtown.

The sun shines bright, everyone outside wears dark rimmed shades.

People sway by in dresses, shorts, tank tops, and sandals.

Music fesitval tonight

Bring your own blankets

the grass tickles the toes

the trumpet players tones ring out, a slow nod to the blues

Floods of people packed together are silent to hear him

Mosquitoes bite bare ankles, reclined up while the breeze blows

summer rests its head, dark clouds in the distance are

a reminder of scattered storms.