Lolling on a hazy summer day, drool running down
my chin my beer tipping precariously as eyes closed off
consciousness slipping sneaking me into a soft slumber nap.
A busy curious house fly landed on my nose to walk around
its new found planet for exploration or to search for food
discovering nothing moving on for a more fruitful endeavor.
Startled awake by my visitor and a sip of warming beer, music
floated across space and time from a far off place not my own
containing children’s shouts and laughter and splashing water.
A soft breeze chilled my beads of sweat stirring the humidity
laden air containing smells of charcoal grills, burgers and hot
dogs being readied for families as they gather on shaded patios.
Such summer days become hazy
remembered now in blizzard
hard winter cold empty white
dawn my dreams interrupted
only to crawl out from under
deep down not enough to warm
this heart on this short day.