How hastily
tumbling through days
(filled with cold cider, salty chips and cheery chatter),
leaves us.

Seems but yesterday
we bemoaned the onslaught
of heat and biters
while praising the scent of rain.

Now he leisurely packs his bags,
clothed in a beguiling smile,
preparing to go.

Forgive us our impatient rants
and know this:
we only miss you
when you’re gone.