Now commence the quiet days,
With little rain and lots of haze,
When temperatures creep slowly higher,
And lights are out till One in Meyer,
And strollers feel safe to use
The bike-abandoned avenues.
Life glides slowly to a stall:
It won't heat up again till fall,
When any onlooker discerning
Will see the student hordes, returning.
Tides flow out and sweep back in:
This silence shall give way to din.
Presently it hasn't, though,
So let's enjoy the status quo,
And live by patterns much less manic
Than lived of late (there's time to panic
Later). Spring is safely past,
The summertime is here at last.
Originally published in SUL News Notes, June 16, 1995.
c 1995 Fleabonnet Press for the author.