A Pre-Summer Daydream

Fortune flies on wings of wrens

gliding over glass on summer mornings.

Flowers beckon to bees, and hornets

hover around the eaves of homes.

Every curve in chrome catches light,

while women and men mop the sweat

from crying children who holler to be

hosed down with a ceaseless stream

of water before sheltering in shade.

Mosquitoes stay in shadows

searching for putrid puddles from

damaging downpours, a menace to

maples and birches bordering

homes in the humble neighborhood

where fortune flies on wings of wrens.