Mungo Jerry

When tree leaves grow as big as your hand

and tomaters appear on the vine,

when cicadas are in full voice

and bull frogs bellow dusk to dawn,

when squirrels rest in the shadows

and you glisten while sitting under a tree,

when birds refuse to sing,

and ice cream drips before you’re done,

when women wear dental floss at the beach

and men leer behind sunglasses,

when daylight lingers until nine

and night time is too short,

I remember Mungo Jerry in the summertime

and smile.

3-9-23

(thinking of summers racing up to the lake to cruise the boardwalk at the beach)