Robert M. Simmons  

from Tracings (Poems 1964-1992)    

           There Is a Time in Summer

There is a time in summer

when the sky is cloudless

and scents of pine and lotion

hang in the languid air.

At the lake or at the ocean

among bronze and youthful bodies

displayed on pastel blankets

or moving in slow motion

along the distant shore,

all cares dissolve in vapor

like puddles from a rainstorm

which poured the night before.

From a jukebox on the boardwalk

a melody approaches

gently like the water

licking the sequined sand,

while off on the horizon

minute objects

appear and disappear.

There is a time in summer

when all things far and near

whisper of eternity

like a conch held to the ear.

                          © 2003 by Robert M. Simmons

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There Is a Time in Summer