You Won't Hear me Complain About Summer

This is the time when summer begins to seem
Tedious to some of us. The couple next door
Is fornicating by their pool. They go on and on,
Switching positions and orifices. Finally, they
Stop. They put on their suits, and the woman
Bleakly stares at her phone. The man wanders
Idly, waist-deep in the water, wielding a net
To scoop up flotsam. After no longer than
They spent on sex, they cease to see any appeal
To the pool. They retreat inside, where, out
Of my sight, I imagine the man watches golf
On TV, while the woman examines the trends
For fashions to wear when the weather gets
Cool.

I, on the other hand, even without a sex show
In view, cherish the summer. All my days
Are dog days, anyway. Let them be brutally
Hot and long and slow, the sort which insist
On torpor. Let the rest of the world retreat
Into artificially temperate realms (and, doing so,
Lengthen summers for me). I'll be on my back
On a raft in the water, eyes closed and dozing,
Almost at peace. There's no tedium in that
To me.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-07-09 at 23:16

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