This is from a prompt by NaPoWriMo Web site, to write a greeting poem.
Greeetings to Summer
by Donald Illich
We tried to misplace your luggage,
those mosquitoes and burning nights,
the constantly growing grass and wasps.
Nobody showed up at the airport
for you, nobody helped you to a car.
The directions we gave pointed you
to a different hemisphere, a part
of the world that didn't mind heat.
With all that trouble, you still arrived
in your jeans shorts, Iron Maiden t-shirt.
You carried a box of illegal fireworks,
and blasted each one in our yards.
Bringing you glasses of ice water,
we hoped you'd cool off, thermometer
reaching down into the seventies
instead of the eighties. Instead, you
stormed in the evening, chanting
"Rime of the Ancient Mariner," playing
electric guitar, sounding like thunder,
snapping trees with your tremors.
We had just gotten used to you,
playing badminton on the lush lawn,
when you had to pack up your gear,
headbanging one last time, striking
our days with unnatural temperatures.
We were glad to leave you at your flight,
waving goodbye, feeling a strange gap
in our spirits. As if this might be
the last time we see you. Your songs
repeating inside our dazed heads.
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