This poem is called "Summer."
"Listen to the birds.
They tell of apocalypse and mirth.
Watch swarming bees make a smudge against the sky.
Eat the whole pea pod, the mints on the counter,
the leftover ham on rye.
If you see a hitchhiker with a hospital bracelet, pass him by.
The eagles will perch along the highway through June.
If the bag of tomatoes drops to the floor, it will be up to you
to tend to their wounds.
Today you are a have and not a have not, so live well.
Tomorrow your arteries might dry up like beef jerky.
Let yesterday go limp as a leash.
Now sharpen the knife and quarter the peach."