summer days

wake up early,
sit on the front porch
share a pot of coffee.
friends pass by

stay to talk awhile.
the air is getting warmer,
sun tickles your skin.
look at your watch

but your wrist is bare.
it's summertime, man,
there is no school.
out on a first date,

sharing Chinese food.
there is no place here,
for contemplation.
june, july, august
for the here and now.

toss around a frisbee,
crack open a beer.
just as it begins,
the end draws near.

too much left undone,
but the sun has set.
sigh and shrug,
there's always next year.