The summertime had come with
the most indecent proposal I had
ever been offered,
when it killed all the fish
in our little tank.

It came with long days of heat
and short nights not much colder.

There were days off
but no vacations.

There would be a fist fight
or two in the local towns libraries
instead of quietness.

I had not waited very long before
hammers struck pavement
and cars kissed each other at full speeds
across suburban roads.

Everyone seemed to work alongside
that one guy who fed his ego
with salted peanuts that were
more salt than nut.

Yes, all of these things, and then some!

And to hell with all the dogs
and their days, they’ve had them.
I wanted mine for once.

The summertime snuck its’
robust fingers into my mouth
and coated my tongue with CBD oil
as all the girls began to laugh at me,

dumping golden dead fish
into my toilet bowl and flushing
them away.