Blue light
spills off the pier–
traffic backs up
like an arrival
at Mecca
dusk won’t stop;
turns to strands
of rubies & emeralds
while shadows
on the overpass
make haste
for the elephants
and exotic tents;
a circus, a dance
a horse event
all in one; Pegasus
meets Aphrodite
and P.T. Barnum…
Summer–and the crowd
is, itself, the animal–
neither tame nor wild
but with a mind
and feral bent
all its own–unleashed
by summer.