I sing of summer on the street
of laughter echoing happiness
up to the third, fourth, even, fifth floors
filling corridors of town so full
that people throw open windows and doors
to let joy spill in.
Let flags and banners snap and flap.
Let flowers bow with courtesy to each other and others.
Let the breezes warm and cool.
Let even the traffic purr contentedly.
Let sunlight’s shadow graffiti mark walls,
and streets and me, as we join the summer chorus.