Summer's Man

bear in the black woods over there should come sniff you out

trees, bark, dogs barking

beer over there should come soak in your mouth

summer day

out in the bewildered

out back, smoking wacky backy

keeping summer in your senses

even though there's a showering just over the hills
and the clouds are grey
you're happy to sit,
to dry the rain away,
to lighten the clouds
and to paint the feeling of summer through all that sits around you

campfire, circling
when it's cold, you're the warm
smoking, drinking, the stories you told,
about the storm, about the rapture, a positive ending towards every chapter

now that it's dark you make the fire bigger;
a tribal chap rubbing the sticks like a genies lamp being rubbed

now is the time
to sit with you
in the summer

your adorance to sun is there in the ray and the shade, through the doors, outside and inside

can anyone bare to share any company other than yours?