Concrete squares
lay out for miles,
tar driveways melt,
made endless
by eager sun.

Crisscross blocks,
seek any shade.
Detour through Paul’s
dark garden path —
relief of damp cool.

Delay the last
bright patch
’till dinner.
Sprawl in the grass
by Marbach’s

on the tiny hill
we made the center
of the earth.
Ponder weeds
swaying in the heat.