Glaring sunbeams beat down upon our glistening skin
The sweaty midday heat lulls us c o m a t o s e—
Like the soporific hum of honeybees dancing 'round lilies
That bleed nectar like the summer drips languor
The air is oppressively laden with the scent of ice pops, chlorine and aged leather—
From baseball mitts worn soft by lazy afternoons
Songbirds in mid-flight hover in the heavens
As time slows to a halt
(Seasons evanesce, but moments are e t e r n a l)