Poetry

I remember that warm summer night,

we argued about who could jump farther off the swings,

we were only 14.

It down poured,

they didn't set the fireworks off,

you didn't care,

neither did I.

I’ve been going to a camp called Crow's Path since third grade. 

And even longer before that, but I can’t remember those days. 

People have come and gone, yes, that’s true, 

An apple is

A reminder

A token to bring you back

To the day in the orchard

When you were six years old

Sitting on your dad's shoulders

Reaching for an apple

That you had decided was perfect

i'll use your name. sweet nothings spill

from well-meaning mouths & shatter on concrete radiating summer sun

right back at you, perfect -- dainty -- shiny with dewdrops. they told me

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Time moves fast

Tick… tick… tick…

It all goes

Gone

           Gone

                       Gone

Minutes go by

Don’t kill my birds.

Tommy pays taxes.

April runs a side hustle selling cursed bath bombs on Etsy.

They have dreams.

They have a 401k.

They just bought a tiny house in a haunted forest

I put on a sweatshirt,

Put on some pants,

Summer is coming,

And I don’t stand a chance.

I go downstairs knowing,

You tell me to just let it go and forgive,

Yet whenever I try, you remind me of my sins,

I just want to let it go.

But you can’t help but call me crazy,

A new wave of leaders is coming.

Now,

we must prepare for the tide to rise.

How their caring eyes show they care

Oh, how loved I feel

My favorite people surround me

Everyone chose to love me

The clinking chain of the swing

The sweet smell of summer

Thundering sounds of someone throwing trash away in the distance

The scratching sounds of my pencil

The warm sun on my skin

Airplane flying overhead

The Earth’s green terrain

Then a sudden refrain

Roads cut through nature’s expression

Trees fight to the sun

Cut down, their lives done

Their corpses a fatal reflection