The first day of Summer

farmers markets begin brimming with color.  The longest day is a kaleidoscope of stars and time is rainbow-hued.   

You might imagine

a star breaking through night.  Or you might image night holding a star in place.  The rose color is pure Baziotes, and always welcomed.  Although this is not his style of gesturing.  Perhaps it's beets giving up their red to ricotta.  Obviously, the poem waits on the kitchen counter.