feels like summer.

say goodbye to june, goon.
mmhmm.
this is it.
the last day, again.
the one where it's all goodbyes and endings.
yep.
it seems to be going around, contagious-like,
these petering-out stuttering stall and fall finales.
yuck.
june is on it's way out,
and there are raging thunderstorms predicted over the woodsly goodness
to send the day off in stormswept savage gypsy style.....
i hope the prediction for lightning-striking viking barbarian bon voyages is accurate.
summer nights, hard rain, hard styles,
and air-splitting, ear-splitting, electrified fire-spitting explosions in the sky?
c'mon.
that's the best way to span an evening on the cliffhanging cusp of july.
real talk.
anyway,
it's all really happening;
and the time is passing;
and the flowers are dropping their petals;
and the nests are filling up with more than eggs.
huh?
i'm just talking about my homegirl, the eastern phoebe, y'all.
y'know?
no?
oh, okay.
well that's the name of a bird, obvi,
and she lives directly over my front door in a nest made of gathered moss.
aaaaaaaand,
she's got two babies.
i know this because i have the evidence.
teleport:

ahhhhhhh! awwwwwww! ooooooooooh!
so kyooooooooot. little teeny tiny itty bitty wrinkly babyheads,
hiding out of sight, and waiting for mama to barf a batch of bugs down their faces.
nature wins, neighbors,
and my little gray neighbor keeps trying to poop on me for extra points.
that's no joke.
she jettisons her bilge,
and launches herself elsewhere every time i enter or exit.
it's cool.
after the first couple of times,
i learned a thing or two,
and i remain birdsh!t-free for my efforts.
despite the doo-doo blops they're blasting at me,
i still think birds and their nests and their babies are all so flippin' expert.
the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress is home to other birds, too,
and the awesome eaves provide a place for whomever needs to squat on an egg
for however long it takes to hatch.
phoebe, though, is my newest little buddy.
a tyrant flycatcher, she's called.
that's a fresh title.
if she's gonna terrorize all the dumb insects around here,
she's definitely invited to stay on for the summer, for sure.
***********
it feels like summer.
hot weather.
crowded streets.
sundresses.
dudes without shirts looking SO losery.
all the things i associate with the white mountains in warm and bright times
are all underway with great force and greater gusto.
foreign nationals with terrible shoes and old, busted bicycles,
who've been tricked by a promise of magical summertime
in the bountiful beauty of america,
and instead are stuck serving hamburgers to fat vacationing A*-holes
and their fat families in the middle of nowhere.
that's a hard style.
but it's all really happening,
and that's the way it is.
y'know what else feels like summer?
eating outside on a balcony.
yeah.
my buddy beau and i had the misfortune to be seated second
after a party of eight million camp counselors.
separate checks and young collegiate imbeciles ordering cultural food
make for an hourlong expectation before the entrees arrived.
yikes.
indian food and ninety degree outdoor dining and good companions, though-
that makes the time spanned worthwhile...
seriously.
well,
that and a double-scoop dessert of sorbet, with sprankles.
don't be dumb.
teleport:

c'mon!
summery, right?
yeah.
berries and lemons and rainbows,
because summertime means walking around and licking stuff.
...and we did that.
*
july is tomorrow.
i think we all agree that it's moving to fast, as well, don't we?
if you feel like these days and weeks and months are dragging along,
well,
you're probably an A*-hole,
and also boring.
that's definitely a true story.
and those are the only kind i tell;
never quiet, never soft.....