I always wonder how people live
where there are no seasons
no summer to teach them
to boil over
with opinions
no fall to learn
the artistry
of old age
no winter to remind them
to be quiet
no spring to be lavish
with new ideas
as the summer blasts
her last swollen words
I understand
that this is her way
of grilling me
what makes you think
your euphoria
should be tamed.