“Summer Class”

 

Hot muggy ugly
syrupy sticky
July day.
“Humidity so thick you could cut through it.”
Too good a line not to steal.

Pontoons
like silver fish
glide through Blackhawk Lake
My wife without me
rides the wave

Tall, skinny blond girl
dives
gracefully
into the cool, smooth blue
swimming pool
without me.

Lance serves the yellow ball
on a plate of tennis strings
the thwap of the ball
interrupted only by the blast
of Tom’s motorcycle
without me.

Doug calls to golf
Telly to fish.
Sorry…….. No………  Go……
without me

The writer
hunches over the clear, white paper
smiling.
The world will go by
without me.