I've had it with the heat the lavender bees
the brown-edged leaves the silent wrens

I close the windows I turn on the fan
which brings me back to the heat I can't stand

though I'd love to be named Summer
though there's a smell I love in every upstairs

a smell like ocean air & barefoot's good
& so is corn resisting the tooth

but when the grass dries up but when
the sand but when you start to live

in your orange & pink two-piece
but when you can't remember how it feels

to put on jeans whole weeks of gusts deluge
on deluge the windshield wiper's reassuring squeak ...

Martha Silano