Summer embodied

would be a tall girl,

wine red hair and heart,

blowing kisses and leaving napkin notes

on diner tables like fortunes

to unsuspecting busboys.

Her scent awash in the breeze

like lilacs and daisies and cherry blossoms

would light up your life like fluorescence,

and though you beg her to stay,

she’ll hitch a ride on the back of the wind

out of your hemisphere and out of your life,

three seasons long.