Thanks

I want to write about the heat,
the humidity that seeps into pores
sets the face paint flowing -
the glowing dewy look
bestowed by summer.

I want to write how the cicadas
call at 10,
set teeth to grind,
how their piercing scream
waits for mine to answer.

I want to give thanks
for Summer, for the sunshine
that permeates all corners,
dries all ground cracks,
the Summer that set smiles
on faces.

Thanks.