swing swang swung sung

space print summer romper
jade green iris
we played capture the flag in a sawdust summer
then again
in the hills of the north east
{wet grass smell}

as a political act you stood
on the pitcher's mound for 8 hours
swing swang swung sung
...yer cicada summer blues

later fireflies danced in bell jars
ghost stories round the fire
the house we all knew to stay away from
bruised knee tent posts
{citronella smell}

as a political act you climbed
the tallest tree and threw down a knotted rope
swing swang swung sung
...yer cicada summer blues

...
checkered print table cloth
plasticware dinner spread
we played a drinking game
that went nowhere
& remembered scents of summer