Summer Solstice. Just saying it sets off flashes: a party by
a pool, not quite alone, holding an ice-clear glass of gin
with bitter mint and a sour lemon sliver and bursting
out of winter so high I could drink the blue water
right out of that pool and take a bite of
styrofoam float just to hear a real
scrape of teeth against the
fake bubble edge of
summer when
days begin
growing
shorter
and
shorter
and
we know
we've
been
fooled
by that
damn solstice again
copyright Alexa Intrator
sometime in the 20th century
