In small town America
in small town America
summer is so green, so cool,
so pervasive, so deep,
that opening your door, you swim into it
as if you were entering an ocean.
All the way up and down the street
the stems of trees rise, rise,
rise into greenness,
like kelp from the sea floor;
and in that shimmering twilight
you breathe with your mouth open,
tasting the morning.