Always Summer

green grass grows in the fall around

all the dead memories of summer, a

ritual that we experience every year

just like growing old and maturing...

we have little opportunity to renew

our youth but when it happpens we

cling to it as if it were our first pair

of spring tennis shoes...  the past

sings in our ears just as quietly as

the sun tans our white skin and we

relish wearing the same clothes we

wore decades ago without the bell

bottoms that were never military 

issue...  we remember sights and

sounds and mugs foll of beer and

cocktails on the promenade deck

when we were cruising...  whereas

before it was up and down the city

streets and around the parking lots

where you could order food from

your cars...  it was a southern time

for many of us as we could have

cared less about the northern lights

and the broadway actors that smoked

joints in a bar across the street after

the show...  we were careless and

young but it was always summer.

26 September 2022