A Brief History of Summer 
     for Harry Smith
Clinton Frakes

     

After the longest day of the year

independence was only fitting.

Some ruffians blew up the sky;

the Romans let the dogs out,

forsaking 13 moons & the innermost

juice of memory.

We gained only the dim

profile of an inbred king.

Then the chokecherries ripened

in the unfolding corolla of

long northern light,

filling our freshly opened eyes.

We ate dog,

rubbed its fat on our heads.

The elders say it cures all.

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