a few summer seconds

Sometimes life is too much. 
I walk by a schoolyard filled with clovers, 
and
the sun is setting close to 8 o'clock,
and
an ant mound is spilling over on the sidewalk,
and
children are kicking a ball in the empty lot, 
and
I pass a southern magnolia with a few blooms left, 
and
and
and
and
and 
I 
just 
take
it
all
in.