Mariah Boone helps us hold onto the fleeing flavor of summer.
Verano
By Mariah Boone
Coconut
Is the flavor of this summer
Smashed open with a hammer into
Fibrous chunks
In cold and creamy popsicles and
Sun-pooled tomato bisques
Snowfalls of crepe myrtle blossoms
Cover me, my silvery car, in drifts
Sidewalks are lined with palms
And buildings roofed in red clay Spanish tiles
Shade luscious under porterias
Roads stretching, mirage-shivering
Far ahead
Lovely poem. I hate to see summer leave this year.