July Idyll
My,
my,
guys,
July
flies
by!
I
find
I
like
my
ride:
bright
shiny
bike,
fine
tie-dye
sky,
pines,
thyme,
briar,
tiny
spiders.
Wild
briny
tides
collide,
mild
Fire
Island
nights
inspire
rhyme.
Idle,
I
comply,
write
tight
tidy
feisty
lines,
revise
twice, thrice.
Nice try.
High five.
— Florence Cassen Mayers