July 23, 2009
Summer
All of the big days are over; Father's Day, Memorial Day, Independence Day. What remains are dog days. A time when the brightest star of all, Sirius, the Dog Star, rises after and then sets before the sun, therefore, not visible to us in the Northern Hemisphere. These are the hottest days of summer, days where we sit and visit and complain about the weather and try to decide if we have had the summer we intended, or is it still invisible like Sirius?
Why are you in such a hurry? I wish you would slow down; I need more time to watch your brilliant sunsets with no place else to be, more time to hear the loud noise the cicadas make when your days have been scorching, I need to hear the chime of the ice cream truck somewhere in the distance and the heavy raindrops
and I need to see more dragon flies line up along my clothesline in early morning, and more time to see rainbows across your summer sky and children tired from play and the
Farmer’s market swelled with cadmium tomatoes and indigo eggplants, and June bugs and porch lights,
and moonflowers at night. You must slow down summer; I haven’t had enough of your warmth and your relaxed manner.
Why don't you sit and stay a while longer ...
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