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you know it’s summer when….
The lawnmower runs over an anthill and the enraged biting ants scurry up the legs of my pants.
Trumpet vines engulf the mail box.
Beer sales are foamy.
Wild roses bloom.
Corn is growing so fast it looks like it is moving.
Bats feast on mosquitoes at dusk along our road.
A giant frog splashes into the rainwater swelling the ditch. Wait, that was a rabbit.
E-mails bounce back because everybody is on vacation.
Catalpa blossoms form soft, fragrant drifts along the path.
Cats nap beneath the shrubbery.
The earth is steaming and the tornado sirens are screaming.
The books are slowing down as the publishing industry lapses into Fire Island mode.
Ice cream sounds good. Where can I find some chilled watermelon?
The candidates are perspiring.
How do you know when it is summer?
Vick Mickunas
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By victor mickunas
June 9, 2008 11:15 AM | Link to this
“Book reviewer’s clothing”? Wow! How did you know I’m wearing my bowling shirt?!By prose
June 8, 2008 8:20 PM | Link to this
I still think you are a great poet wrapped in book reviewers clothing. This would explain your love of mystery novels, your cloak of secrecy and the Zen-like nature of your wonderful skills of observation. I wonder do you still write much poetry? I sure hope so!By lmj
June 6, 2008 9:12 PM | Link to this
The dog goes to the dirt floor basement to keep cool. I can’t keep cool. My husband goes on long bike rides. Phil Dirt and the Dozers are due in town.