Chasing

Summer has run off from me, like some wild and unruly child, and all I can do is stand by the back door, staring off at them as they are too far down the block to chase after. I am tired, the summer was too full, my phone rang too many times. I drove too many miles back and forth across the city. Picking people off, dropping them off, going to St. Paul for Izzy's ice cream, barely able to savor it, before it melted. Then getting on the freeway again, time like dew, evaporating.