Summer has just started
with a cool breeze! Very unusual
for late June. The heartened heat
will kill us—soon.
I missed the imagined, pink-hued,
Strawberry moon this morning.
With every movement—I feel stronger.
I want to breathe deep.
Even in vacationed times,
I work as hard as I can.
I barely remember not-working,
when I didn’t have to help provide
or lend a hand with chores,
or earn my keep. Freedom
was a lifetime ago, when kids
loved Summer the best.