here,

in the steamy, pulsing
***** of summer.
here, in the wet of it.
here, in the sticky mess of it.

here,
in the undertow of a humid human storm.
here, in the midmorning fog.

here,
in the tip-toeing of august mud.
here, in the thick of the last gasp before the plunge
into the darkness of autumn.

here, in the center
of the heart of the spiral of this endless cycle.
here,

in the bull's eye of summer.