Summer in the city

<From June 21, 2014>

It’s summer in the city, But

Where is that summer I shuttled?

With roses in a crushed knapsack

In overnight buses cross cities

To see you and quickly head back.

It’s summer in the city, But

Where is that summer of pure joy?

When I woke up on beach shacks

With feet in the sands, and cool morning beach breezes

Escaping a world full of sand cracks

It’s summer in the city, But

Where fled that wondrous awe?

As I weaved amidst pretty balconies

And imposing faux-Gothic cathedrals

Eating bread and knitting memories

But,

It’s summer in the city, and

I breathe in this fresh air

As the wind waves wafts of fresh perfume

And life chirps out its merry tune

For a new adventure, to resume