POETRY
Summer Sonata
La vida es caliente
“La vida es sueño”
the poet said.
Life is but a dream.— Pedro Calderón de la Barca
Caliente — hot, hot, hot —
while the simmer of summer
bakes the pavement of the city,
cooling waters beckon me,
the sun frolics and I savor the
serenity of wild mountain boxwood
and unbridled oakleaf hydrangea,
pure vestiges of my childhood.
Should I save a piña colada
for my moonlight sonata
a marguerita for a tanka
a shot of vodka for a sweet haiku?
Perhaps my restless heart
just needs a break
to digress
from crumpled paper and leaking pen
then again
if I flex each muscle of my mind
each crimson sunset that I find
each melting iceberg
each lucid rhyme
perhaps the words
will carve the clouds
of a lonely, tainted, charcoal sky,
and maybe summer is the perfect time
for dreaming
and doing absolutely nada
when the days and nights are oh so caliente.
Grace Notes: Inspired to write poolside on a hot and humid July day. Escaping the oppressive heat of the city with cool water and scenic mountains upstate for just a few days. Sitting on a lazy lounge chair, gazing at fair weather clouds, when capricious words pour drops of whimsical poetry on my brain.
What are you doing to beat the heat this summer?
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