3 Poems Inspired by Jogging Girls on a Mid August Morning

I suppose with the heat and the drought, Christine and I have become prisoners to the A/C.
Yet everyday, at one or so, like mad dogs and Englishmen, High School and College age girls go jogging by. Bentley College is out this month, I really don’t know where they come from.
So here's three inspired by August jogging women　


Three Women in Couplets

Pretty girls with pony tails
  Jog on by with your hair all a flail,
Hope you don’t mind, I’ll watch from afar,
  I really don’t know who you are

Lovely Ladies with short docks,
  You primp your hair, show off trim locks,
As with a humming trilling sound,
  You’re sun smiles make our world go round

Now elderly, yet with more class,
  You let life to the younger pass,
Though when attending you still sing,
  As we turn in the way of all things


Mid August Jogger

The tower bell tolls endless noon,
  I think it just struck thirty-five,
I know I must get going soon
  But this August heat, I’m half alive

Under this drought no lawn needs mowing,
  While a girl runs by, her tied hair flowing,
Slow up a sec, I’ll run with you,
  From whence you came, where are you going?

And she’s gone…


The August Tan

She lies down upon the grass
  On a beach towel, in her bikini,
No Earth has ever moved such hills and valleys,
  Following the summer sun,
Like sunflowers do,
  Until the August month is done

She knows of how the sprinkling timer is set,
  As do the rolling knolls await dawns’ dew,
I wonder, when she hears it coming on,
  Then does she beg? Silently…?

As the spray rolls up her two foot soles,
  It causes twitching in her legs,
And over arms and up her back,
  Then on her hair completes its tack

Now to coolly dry, evaporation,
  Feeling the moist bread oven wind until
The sprinkler, on its next rotation

Friend, it’s not about the conquest,
  Or the thrilling chase for miles,
It’s the pleasing look she warmly makes,
  While in the sun she smiles