Here's to the Good Times

Summer time you
are instilling in me something
that cannot last
but I will not think of that
now.

Pool parties
and making new friends
and drinking beer in the sand
and toes in the mud
and blasting that new song as loud as you can
while flying down the highway...

It's the lake
and the brats
and the volleyball games
and the falling asleep in the car on the way back,
sun burnt and sleepy
and happy.

Bowling until midnight.

Smoking cigars until 2am.

Waking up at 7am,
the sun in the sky,
the warm summer breeze
flowing through
your open
window--
the air's not turned on yet.
It's him cooking steak and eggs before a day at the pool.

It's laying out the yoga mat and stretching while
the roommate sleeps until noon.

I wish I could capture this time in a bottle
and keep it.
Hold it
close to me
forever.