I came home to mountains beautiful beyond words;
grass too green and a bike with air in its tires;
a guitar that was still in tune
and a festival in my backyard;
a birthday party in Jeremy's, with friends
I hadn't seen in far too long;
and finally a biscuit brunch in Walt's frontyard,
where kids looked on with disdain
at adults who had stolen their games, and so
stole them back in turn.
In other words, I came home straight to Summer.
Thanks to Disa K for the first photo in this post