The storm that felled trees
(again) in our home town blew
rainbows to the sea.
On this longest day,
The garden braces for the
heat that’s bearing down.
Turns out we live in
A place with very big trees
That fall in strong winds.
The air is so wet
That moving through it feels like
Swimming in hot soup
We wilt together,
The pink hydrangea and me -
A merciless sun.
A quick storm at dusk
Vanquishes the liquid air
And the wretched heat
Peaches like the heat,
I think. That is good for us -
Maybe we’re in luck.
My heart skips a beat
When the lightening bugs begin
To dance in the dark