A child in summer

Kri-kra
Fallen twigs
Crack beneath your two brown hands
Your face blooms with pride
Like Goliath sunflowers
Curri-curri
Curri-curri
You dance a dusky ballet
as crickets sing their feverish heart song
And brilliantly the fireflies
Punctuate each note
Their flashes like a wish on a birthday cake.
Do they know how they make this little ones smile shine bright as a falling star?
Sweet raspberries
A red
Deeper than the crowns
of your sun blushed Cheeks
fall like raindrops
into your nimble hands
Brown and gray mosquitoes
heavy with good wishes for their young
will feast upon
your supply thighs
sweaty forehead
curving arms
as you dig tunnels,
sift through fields of lilies,
Dig graves for summer bugs crushed in youthful folly
quiet fleets of brave mothers
Will hum thanks for the bounty of life
love is their might.

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