Summer June Poem by Charles Lara

the summer wind came
off the lake and right
into Soldier's Field
and Jerry's hair blew back
and his voice rose and he said
row jimmy row
going to get there I don't know
seems the common way to go...
the muti-colored seats swayed with
notes from his guitar sounding
more alive than ever before
ring bob run
into a broken mirror
yet not your 7 years
of bad luck but
the one who last said
one more miracle...
just a common way to
go going to get there
I don't know...
then shadows followed
the long drawn sun
and we walked on
marshmellow flowers
chasing an escaping
hipcup of youth
and summers swimming
Inside gold colored diamonds
before a strong scent of rain
faded away