poetry by Jason Edwards
Stepped outside last night in a pair of summer shorts
And a shirt with a reference to something Hawaiian on it
That was a size too small in June, 300 miles ago.
I’ve had a busy summer. I’ve enjoyed the weather.
Say Seattle, and people think rain, but
Seattle hasn’t been Seattle for a while now,
Like it always is from the end of July until
September. There was a hint of fall on the wind,
A taste of red leaves and that purple the sky gets
When the days are more orange than yellow,
Night time pines bathed in TV blues from windows
Where football’s on and so are the new sit-coms.
My toes curled up inside my flip flops.
A spider’s web dismantled itself on the breeze,
Since all the spiders are coming inside now.
But we don’t have enough flies. Or time, because
Things are going to slow down for a bit, last for
A few rounds of forever before next summer comes.