the master juggler

i like the summer 
its swagger edge over other seasons,
i can stroll around town wearing t-shirts
watching the girls displaying new trends and spreading memes 
with lots of bare leg
and naked flip-flop feet. 
street performers perform in improvised costumes
near riverbank arcades, 

while statues move,

men are dressed in blue,
and 
older people sit around in parks and cafés 
talking with animated gossip
and endless repetition. 


if spring's the jester of the yearly quartet, 
then
summer,
beribboned, 
has to be the master juggler