Haiku Summer, in Four Stanzas


(Matt Petronzio/The Observer)


(Matt Petronzio/The Observer)

Summer is a hand-
washed bedsheet hung out to dry,
sunstarched and rippled

by wind’s inertia.
Summer is a passing dream
brought on by fever,

brought on by heatstroke.
Summer never calls on us
for explanation.

Summer enters the
windpipe, warms the soulstrings, and
quiets the spring pulse.