Long live summer

Cherries as big as some peoples hearts and beating as you hold them in your hand.

Water that gained too much weight, losing it.

Memories talking about themselves, and laughing.

Permission granted not only to arrive at the party late and leave early, but to not go to the party at all.

Reading Wordsworth, really reading Wordsworth, for the first time and knowing where Wallace Stevens comes from.

The river waiting for you a few minutes before sundown and staying light longer than it has to, just for you.

Rolling the windows down on the pick-up truck and rolling them back up immediately to see if they still work, up and down, up and down...

Seeing your death before you're living and your life before your death.

Doing what you don't have to do day after day, doing what doesn't have to be done.