In afternoon the still air heats up over the lake
over the calm water eighty miles across
holding the sounds and noises of our summer.
In the distance a large cruiser slowly moves past; if I were skipper
we would be hearing the clink of ice cubes, lounging exposed
to catch the photons.
And closer in guys are pulling
their kids on water skiis
the long neck swells, becomes
graceful and slim again.
Midi: In The Summertime