Easy Listening

. . . I was rich, if not in money, in sunny hours and summer days . . . - Thoreau

raising the bar on a seasonal limbo

replacing winter's long lost bimbo

organic and nuclear

rosebuds in my ear

no longer shy and cold

delicate and bold

yet another of creation's magnificent tales told

summer explodes in a rapturous, divine splendor

ban de soleil mixing margueritas in a hot, iced blender

snapdragons breathing fire whilst bees hover like spying drones

skipping rocks and school for a chance to skim stones

in search of less and more

folks from here, there and everywhere drawn to the shore

tickled ivories giddy with a semi-conscious mirth

beyond rich with no net worth

taking their place at a water's edge glistening

invited guests to summer's christening

only one style of music on the radio - easy listening

nowhere else better to go

raising the curtain on a sold out show

no expectations, no quid pro quo

top down

wearing an upside down frown

dressed more like an adjective than a noun

no time to debate or agree

we hop in the car and head over to see

like a commercial for the army, trying to be all that we can be

you

me

and cousin dupree

Author's Note

"I love a broad margin to my life. Sometimes, in a summer morning, having taken my accustomed bath, I sat in my sunny doorway from sunrise til noon, rapt in a revery." - Thoreau