As I put plants in my outdoor pots, putter in the garden, and linger on the porch as the fireflies emerge I think about all the ways my sense of summer shifts. I might say June is all about the first daylily bloom until the deer eat them all, or it might be the first swim in the pond, but tonight it is the frogs, the fireflies and the string of reinstalled porch lights that make me feel like summer is really here and the month of June can be fully welcomed.
There are not enough jam jars to can this summer sky at night. I want to spread those little meteors on a hunk of still-warm bread this winter. Any trace left on the knife will make a kitchen sink like that evening air
the cool night before
star showers: so sticky so
warm so full of light--Aimee Nezhukumatathil from her poem "Summer Haibun":
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