despite how early on, the eighties spoke
of humid repressions and lethargy
to be escaped only by lowering
ambient conditions to levels more
suited to human comfort — our comfort
to be precise. and cold beer was the order
for the day, and good beer not pedestrian
fare. perfect preview to spring thunderstorms.
later, over cucumber sandwiches
accompanied by chips and hot salsa,
we toasted summer and spring and everything
in between feeling good and righteous and
let tomorrow bring what it will: we have
now and this and the moment unto itself!