Summer Is The King Poem by Julia Luber

Summer is kind of the king of all seasons. It is NOT
necessarily the most pleasant all of the time in all
places. The heat gets practically suffocating at times.
And it can make many people feel meaningless and
profoundly unimportant compared to the intensity of
its heat. It tells you day in and day out-that I could
KILL you if I really really really felt like it. And just about
forgot about you all together. If I felt like being mean,
I could kill you and not think twice about it. It would not
phase me as to my power. It would not phase me a drop.
I mean think of how just a drop of me scours like a tear
drop crusted with contamination in your eye-piercing
through your psyche and soul, perhaps even painting the
planet with a fatal illness….of everyone! I could do it if
I really really really wanted to and especially I could do it
if I sensed that I might die if I didn't. But summer is the King
of all seasons. We pretend we like it, love it oh so much.
But deep in I am actually afraid of it and know how terrible
it could be and has been a little more often than I'd like.