Strawberries for Dessert

When June is ready to tip the light
toward the dark side of the year with bravado

we would rather banish to a slower plodding pace
like a flushed and blistered old woman walking home
from Sunday services

the sun follows her mechanical movement
of a toy wound too tight

and forgets that abundance
must slide and moan the birth sounds
of fat, juicy berries

and biscuits with whipped cream
slurping from a cold can

onto the plate of a small smiling boy
who forgets his manners and dips his fingers

into the delight
of strawberries for dessert.