Welcome to the year of the eternal summer/
We are sweating under the pressure of the unknown./
Find the river/
Watch the stars/
Autumn is certain of its course/
and the weeds have no pity/
for our confusion./
I feel the sun on my face,
And the coolness of night in my lungs.
I hear the sound of the songbird in the morning
And the crickets roaring their jubilation at dark.
Rocketing kittens disturb my neighbours:
My sleep is peppered with the sound of quick feet.
I plot my next barbecue
And bike with my tent.
Fall will love me just the same as summer has,
And will not begrudge me
My lack of foresight
once it arrives.