14 to 18

An old song on the radio
Recalls to me that summer spent
Gathering papers and stapling packets
Eating pizza on late Wednesday nights
Figuring out the logistics of the storage room
The knowing look of our boss and teacher
Our last day together picnicking
On the green of the park
And my own amusement teaching her
How to feed the pigeons

Summer

My mind is void of all but a pleasant haze
Of summer sun in a summer sky:
A sweet lethargy like sauna heat,
The pearl-like calls of courting birds,
Young girls with their knees bared,
Pale legs thirsting for light and warmth,
Men with their coats hung on the arm,
The thick smell of white magnolia cloying,
Daffodils with yellow faces turned aside,
Abashed by a secret, contented joy.