another summer and again familiar

the heat the sun the wind the endless sky

will this one differ from the last or the one before

or the earliest ones we knew when we were so young

these will mark this season in this time and place

holding it pinned like an insect caught just so

the large smile of a street dog as I pour water into her bowl

a woman in a full black evening gown gliding on a scooter

Mount Rainier half-hidden in the evening haze

a man playing a violin under the canopied shelter of the trees

as for you, you must find your own ways

delineate your own your time I cannot do it for you