Kanuga Mood

Kanuga Mood

I want Thunderstruck,

sung by my nephew

on the cabin table.

I want slapstick and disorder

as I shotgun a beer

in an inner tube on the river.

I want to hold her hand

but I also want to watch

as she climbs the stairs.

I want espresso and antipasti,

followed by a cigarette

and music in the family van.

I want to run to Duckworth

and watch old reruns

in my overpriced joggers.

Give me summer.