the windows are down
as we pile out of the car
various colors and kinds
of shorts and tee shirts.

we make our way down the dock
barefooted listening to the sailboat
mast signal that school is out and
summer is here.

we jump aboard the boat
secure lines and start the engine
we make the break wall and out of the marina.

shirts are off, pop tops are cracked
and the
wind is in our hair as we throttle it
up.

we make the middle cut heading for the
flats
where we drop anchor
and
summer is here.

the sound of steel drums
flow
conversations grow
loud
with laughter and there
are smiles all around.

Summer is truly here…