o it’s summer & the
mouths of things open
wide for sunny
beer & crickets are
jumping in
the balmy, happy
night air
all this on the eternal
picnic grounds
where the texas women
take off their
boots only to do
wild, wordless deeds
o it’s summer & sweet
pain grows green
wings
Mike Faran spent his childhood in the UK. After his return to California, he served a four-year stint in the USAF and then went on to graduate from Cal State Fullerton. His poetry has appeared in Rattle and The Comstock Review. His work has been influenced by the beat school of poetry.