these evenings: concerts, movies, friends
open beach, live oaks, flowers spilling
bells with no alarms
the cherry tree dropping shade to make
a room, bowing to the fullness
and newness of moons
the rain and incense of the morning
to awaken with earnest relief
to know--it's still summer
though should you let the faucet run
long enough, a revolutionary
shock of cold water
pulled well deep from inside earth
--as if from memory, reminds you
of the tablet of days
the year's cool capsule of seasons
ricocheting, recalling summer
as late blooming laughter
Pic: From the A$AP Rocky concert, live helicopter and all, 7/8 in Detroit.
I had to cram the setlist the day of, because I wasn't familiar with most of his work.
9 comments:
Wonderfully evocative imagery in this poem, Maya. You really captured the fleeting beauty of summer. I really connected with the penultimate stanza (although I initially read the first line as "pulled well-deep from inside earth"), as it taps into this kind of melancholic nostalgia I feel for the carefree summers of childhood.
I like the idea of all the seasons existing within each other.
Nice.
This poem really evokes the quiet joy of summertime. The image of the cherry tree catapulted me back to my childhood, our backyard full of all kinds of trees carefully nurtured by my father.
The last stanza--Oh, I felt that.
Suzanne used the word I was going to use - evocative! This is such a beautiful encapsulation of the wonder of summer!
Ah! I love this poem. Also - what a cool concert!
Ah -- this is summer. Your imagery is just lovely.
Cram the setlist. LOLOL. I like that you do your homework even for non-academic activities.
Thanks, friends!
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