July 4th
The beer rolls over my tongue
before it waves over my mind
gently because it's been a long time
and everyone is napping
The world is in first gear
working to get off the dime
from a surprise stop-sign
octagonal red
It makes the bog sleepy
and that's how I like it
the hammock in the garden
while the tomatoes try to set fruit
But I don't like why it's sleepy
or the knees on the necks
of good people