Summer Ahoy!

Let us not talk about heat
or of cinnabar refining, wind patterns, pressure
No one in this part of the world cares right now
However
I await the king's arrival
 I'll eat a ton, get the runs
  Aches and pains arrive
   ruin my fun
 Raise questions later
  about ripening
   on the tree
    buried in straw
   or if they used carbide
 What if they did
  I don't care 
   I am a smoker
 Hell is the final stop
  see you there too
   fellow fruit devourer
'Tis a short term engagement
Summer, life, and so on
Between the mangroves live
Beautiful storks
I will go shoot them
frame them, gift them
But for now I won't ponder on such
the pond is nice, ignore the sun
 I will wait by
  whilst you go 
   skinny dipping
    or sinful dipping 
I'll enjoy the view, open another bottle 
Idle on a lazy Saturday noon
Beautiful Indian Summer
B E A U T I F U L
too.