Vermont, Summer

Vermont, Summer A rough and grizzled wind arose over the Connecticut River delta. I sat in an Adirondack, cigarette in hand, As ripples of blue rolled towards the shore. The thunder in the distance Was of no worry With you by my side, Sucking thick air. The weight of the summer was felt by us all, In our chests, in our lungs, In the souls we breathed in: You said you could smell rain in the wind. You said you could see God in the clouds.