Winds of Summer

passing the time with Old People...

Winds of Summer

 

 

Sitting on the patio,

Heilman House wind blows my hair

in small gusts of Summer.

There’s not much to see here;

parked cars,

a few buildings,

the pond and fountain,

across the way,

and the maple sapling

planted back in April.

 

It’s a nice day to sit,

contemplate,

and remember;

something we do often

when older.

And of course, gossip.

 

Did you hear the latest?

She went insane

sitting on the bench

overlooking the cornfield.

That’s what I heard, anyway.

And what about Harry?

Someone said his first wife

committed suicide

on the night of a full moon.

I heard he drove her to do it.

 

Did you hear aliens landed

in the forest down the road?

They’ve been doing experiments,

brain transplants on the cows,

turning them into people eaters.

It must be true,

aunt Fanny told cousin Jimmy,

and he told me.

 

So many words

wind up on the patio

at Heilman House,

all turned into gossip

by the Summer wind

and nothing to do minds

of Old People.

 

Down by the pond,

fountain spewing water

from the Gospel/Letters

of Paul, verse 23,

or, was that psalm 135

and the smashing of babies' heads?

Good thing we don’t carry guns.

 

Sitting on the patio,

Summer wind blowing my hair,

the world’s in chaos,

and gossip prevails,

and I want to shout

those lines from Jimi:

     “Let’s not speak falsely now,

       the hour’s getting late.”

      “Excuse me while I kiss the sky”.

 

Aztec Warrior/redzone 8.4.23

Author's Note

...seriously, you'd think with the wealth of experience we old people have there would be much more to talk about than spreading rumor.....