How I know it’s summer

The heady ubiquity of lilac in the air has given way
To drifts of tree sperm, deposited by the honey locusts
Broad-leafed catalpas bloom
Ruffled flamenco skirts, modest purple freckles, garish yellow pollen
Distant thunder rumbles, the mountains emerge from snowy winter sleep,
Loudly airing their disagreements with the warm prairie air
And bad television
Good thing there’s netflix

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