August



Queen Anne's Lace

August, the month that bears fruits
Under a midwest sun of smothering heat.
Bumblebees stumble in haphazard intoxication
Of overripe blackberries staining dusty, brown dirt.

August, the month of dandelion wine
Fermenting in back yards of sharp, dry grass.
Queen Anne's lace rules a chirping meadow
Of background music for dancing fireflies.

August, the month of wilting children
Slamming screen doors with frantic boredom.
Thunderstorms paint the sky watery-green
As tornadoes carry the summer into September.