Taste of Summer

Sweat pools beneath her breasts
And clings under her arms.
The sun glares down, burning her skin at her neck.
Her face flushes in the heat.
She turns her head at the sound of a bird
Calling to its mate sitting in an oak tree
With leaves full and green in the midst of summer.
She watches as the little bird flies through the air,
The sky clear and blue with barely a cloud in sight.
The smell of grilled hot dogs reaches her nose.
Her husband stands at the grill. He smiles at her,
Then laughs as he hears her stomach growl in hunger.
He offers her a hot dog in a bun, which she slathers with ketchup.
She takes a bite, savoring the soft bread and juicy beef,
The taste of summer filling her mouth.

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For Day 25 of NaPoWriMo, we were prompted to write about a specific season using all five senses and to include a rhetorical question. I skipped the rhetorical question, but I chose to write about summer, my favorite season.