country summer days
[No. 5 from The Children’s Collection]
"Summertime. It was a song. It was a season. I wondered if that
season would ever live inside of me."—Benjamin Alire Sáenz
when city schools are closed,
and freedom recomposed,
i pack my bags and catch the country bus,
excited by the thought
that summertime has brought
elusive liberties so envious.
the bumpy country ride
on treacherous mountainside
is no deterrent to my thumping heart,
steel-anchored to my seat,
tethered by outstretched feet,
like luggage dancing on a donkey cart.
soon, dandy-shandy blaze
consume half of my days,
and river-fishing under crayfish stones
arrest the appetite,
from dawn till threat of night,
when come anancy tales in frightful tones.
bruised elbows, arms, and knees
from common-mango trees
make sweet the juice that yellow-saps the cheek;
and every parakeet
that leaves a strident tweet,
a promise hungry catapults would seek.
around the river bend,
where native boys contend
to skinny-dip into the deep, blue foam,
i purpose in my mind
pleasures so unrefined
meant time had come to pack my bags for home.
© Copyright 2023 November 17
by Clyve A. Bowen♫