You don't have to tell me

mouth-watering melons

languid afternoons with friends

Celebrations of sun and savvy sales

(Oh those shimmy shirts

          those silken pink petti-slips)--

well-spent money for our handsome males.

To breezes soft, streets so sunny

And all of youth so sweetly mated,

in sidewalk cafes 

drinking lattes 

And two sugars, please--for what is fated. 

And here's to celebrations on summer nights--

A disco beat deep in the city 

where they dance on checkerboard tiles

(It’s your move, honey)

The river fireworks-- whoosh! An explosion on the skyline-- 

where romance bursts into a thousand lights

Tonight an evening rain--umbrellas up,

we're wet and laughing
        & in my garden,
                    frogs glisten.

Such be my recent runes 

of all the what-have-yous

(you don't have to tell me)

of summer suns and summer moons