Boats
Glide
Over water
Like spatulas
To frosting
Breeze
Makes breathing
Not so bad
For a bit
Sun makes
Darkness
Cower
In the corner
Whilst kissing
Souls and cheeks
Of moonlight’s refugees
Spaghetti straps
And baseball caps
Bluffing push-in-pool
And analgesic huffing
Of fresh-cut-grass
To pass the pain away
And all the
Dancing feet
On pedals
Will celebrate this
Day.