Closure

It is the last day of summer

one more time on the boat,

I need to allow

the release of her finality

of her heat and her warmth,

so many things to let go of...

wondering is this the end day of...

everything beautiful?

Maybe!

Hotter than expected

there is egg salad

and C batteries,

a "patch" of beach,

(that can be barely called "beach")

a dog's nails "pedi pawed" off,

(with the look of terror on her face)

window crayons on skin

that nearly don't come off,

a parade of bouncing bubbles

like implants stuck to water

and the exchange of great ideas!

There is swimming (sort of)

but it is too cold too "float" now

just can't

maybe next year,

when the fluidity of life

takes me away from this flux

of conflictual change...

When it is time to go

the mountains glow with their

"I'm not summer

nor am I fall" colors

and shadows

multi shaded in shadowed contrast.

there is speeding and bobbing,

a pause to toast the day

without true celebration

instead a goodbye to

the end of the "ride"

and the absence of the "hero."

Summer's farewell...

on the horizon

like the rising moon

only less shiney.

And I think I will miss "her"

like the deserts

miss the rain!