Summer is a red-barrel roadblock.
It’s a season I detest.
Tourists pull their campers through
our small town for the road
trip of their dreams.
Rodeos call for herds of trailers
bringing horses to compete.
Motorcycles vroom and sparkle,
taking all the parking spaces.
Sturgis Rally is their goal.
Road construction clogs up traffic.
Must be done before the winter freeze.
Miller moths, flies, and mosquitos
join the tourists for fine dining,
crawling shadows through the sunlight.
I can’t wait for change to autumn,
when the roadblocks go away.
published in Medusa's Kitchen
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