Summer: Oft-repeated wishes...

My mind swims with thoughts
of oft-repeated wishes
for raspberries and singing...

...But here now the gray-white gulls
are winging overhead
punctuated by a small noisy plane
with a banner advertising beer fun
and you sprawled on the sand,

not heeding the tell-tale signs
of sunburn, asleep,
while I am half-reading
reading some philosophy book
too deep for my summer brain,
but mostly listening listening
to the breathing waves


and watching them gently nag
at our blue-towel door
pronouncing quietly
both beginning and end.

Kay Weeks
6.18.10