Indian Summer

 Comes around
in bits and spans
covers the ground
in scripts and plans
like all of this
will even exist
next summer

we took a short while
to explore ourselves

but we always take a while longer
to appreciate time

or
we ignore it completely
and idly
waste away the day
in that familiar way
until it's gone forever

now summer has come and gone
humid days break autumn dawn
we reach back
like toddlers
we react lightly
with fodder
we brush off cold snaps
with daydreams
black coffee
and cat naps

bits and spans
like summer plans
gather up the town
gather around
or
ignore it completely

gather around
with tables and chairs
gather sound
with fables and glares
like all of this
will even exist
next summer