Summer

Alive in summer’s yellow glaze
There is no time
It sulks in the corner
While all around are swings
And fast feet.

Drunken tomorrow wanders longingly
Around the house
The bones of yesterday are white
On the beaches.

We have been here too long
the elephants sing.
What do they know?
Trunk-tied and tusk-bound.

It is the dawn of the last minute
And midday of the first.
While the next comes careening
Around and around
Lost in sweet dizziness
And reverberating are the shouts
Delight is everywhere.