The Grand Poobah has 
arrived in the shape 
of melting ice cubes 
and curvy women wearing sundresses.

For the sunburns will soon be peeling
off of your tomato red faces, and
the beach will smell like sea salt and

The oceans are about to boil
and your mom will bring out
her floppy hat to wear when she tans
while your dad drinks beer by the water.

The sun has finally reared its ugly
head to bathe us in vitamin burn your 
skin off.

The summer is here and 
Alaskans are taking off their coats.
Old men walk around Miami in 
their speedos.

Mississippi is practically 
an out door steam room.

Bugs will hurl themselves against
college kids car windshields while
they drive to Key West or California or
wherever has a line of beach and water
which may or may not be rampant with
kid pee.

For Chick-fil-A now has peach milkshakes,
and your jeans are going to stick 
to your legs like someone just poured out
a water bottle into your lap.

So rejoice!

Published by Grant McLaughlin

Poet and Journalist. email me at

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