Summer

the Benz fans
are turned up high
land pans
before your eyes
flashback
to father's suntanned thighs
hopped on
in driver's seat
up front
with dangling feet
chest belt
his muscled arm around
and the sun goes down
the lake wakes
a hard blue sky
waves break
and Sam says 'hi'
flashback
to Super Snorkel Spy
young blonde
with fishing net
strong, fond
his back half wet
splash track
and underwater sound
and the sun goes down
please stop the thinking and the torture
you can really only take so much
things do look better in the morning
without any grudge
the twins bathe
at 10 a.m.
grins taped
on Sony cam
flashback
to mother's glaring lamp
dives, swift
into the roar
wives drift
shift, save on shore
jam-packed
the night that Natty drowns
please stop the thinking and the torture
you can really only take so much
things do look better in the morning
without any grudge
would you stop this futile thinking
would you stop these figments now