I could swear the way the men clustered around me after meeting they thought this below was a mere pretty fantasy....and perhaps you alone know differently, Adrian.
Lo, how I hear the Beatles' cherished scale
Of "Yesterday--" 'non waltzing, like the sense
We know by instinct, though by Shakespeare thence
I thought to ink--what? cycling through the tale
Of prairie grasses blackbirds' rakish hail
Mocks? Or those blue skies cloud fluffs whitely fence
In lazy, um, battalions? Or from hence
As Will said, how I feel, likeas t'avail?
When you say "lacy," to ask me if your
Prompt, erm, hit home? And how I long to do--
Not home-made popsicles, nor when in tour
I lost my first tooth blowing up that new
Um, kiddie pool--but you know. Is it poor?
Cuz summer's so short-lived, but I love you.
Yo. Her prompt for our June Writer's Workshop meeting was "summer" via memories, perspectives, and of course, passion. This was my entry.