The fireflies are dancing
in the warm darkness
we gasp in the humid night
thinking of ice cubes.
This afternoon, the runners passed by my window
my three year old neighbor and I
he naked as a jaybird and pale as moonlight
me in jeans ( I cannot find my bathing suit)
watched them breeze by, hauling Golden Retrievers,
Weimaranders, and smoothcoated and speckled
pups of no particular lineage.
We retired to the blue plastic swimming pool,
soaking our hot feet
too breathless to speak
sucking on cherry popsicles.