Sometimes, on a porch in July
the air is so thick
you have to swing a little higher
to get a breeze to kiss your skin,
pink from a day at the pool.
It's when you'll catch a whiff
of a neighbor's freshly cut grass.
And taste the sweetness of an
orange Popsicle as it melts down
And hear the mingle of laughter
and shouting, echoing
from someone's backyard.
You jump up to join in,
because you know the day
is long and
it'll be hours til you hear your