fire. works.

slick sweet
bubble yum kisses
cooled by sweet lemonade
concessions
with a twist of awe

calico cat
shoes clicking down streets that know them well
full with fuchsia mea culpas
we hardly mention anymore

the endless spinning
of abandoned records
the wide hipped full lung
speech of July
hot, humid, and heavy with
words we shouldn't say
but always do
during this season
when breath become brilliant sparkling
displays of will

i will remember those julys
when the love sizzled
when it
it was poppin' and crackin'

now it is cracking and popping
as I give to
the weight of the same old argument
we keep having
with new furies
until the arthritis
sets in