Night time is so appealing: lightning bugs, moonshine, soft edges. I like that light is concentrated to bulbs, not an unforgiving flood. I've been staying up until 5 am, sleeping until noon.
Anyway, these long posts are fun. The comments you all left on the last one were fantastic, thank you!
Summer is for wandering. The only poem I have ever written and loved is a six word description of last summer, done for school on the first day back.
Wondering and wandering, the same places.
I wrote it about Minnesota, where I'll be going on the sixth for a long time. My grandfather lives there, not my grandmother anymore, and so does (:) Mall of America, 10,000 lakes - especially the pavilion and owl tree one, custard, casseroles, the school playground, a pretty front porch, the state fair, Garrison Keillor. Yay.
I did not consider him to be any kind of genius. I considered him deeply lacking in the area that mattered most in life. Star quality.