No need for battling whales
or taking coffee on the green,
not when summer is breaking
into an early rapacious cadence.
Meadows aren’t only for frolic.
Rails aren’t matching up
for a smooth ride
but it should be cooler than a mule
that won’t budge
off the mountain of viscous lava.
I want his face in my hands
and the time to finish
an article before the next buzz
of some machine brings us back
from an easy dreaming state.