Gauge true summer by whether my mustache has turned blond
Storks foot
Heat of July
Tux tails sway
A tooth is lost
Produce from your pocket an outdated photograph of your son
Of the highest order
If you still believe
Dog or cow
Took what you could
Hambones and ice
fist by fist
you recognized the insignia
you had drawn it years ago on a white napkin
in an elementary school cafeteria while squeaking your shoe on the floor