summer's like / skips on a record player, pink and beat up by two moving vans and two generations of children who danced to the Bee Gees on / rugs that aren't there anymore / i have successfully wasted three months of my life and i couldn't tell you how many days that is but / you should know they all looked the same,
hot/rainy\cold wasn't yesterday
cold\hot/rainy,
june? melting into each other like popsicle stains on the sidewalk, did we even see / the ice cream truck this summer? we didn't go biking either, you know, we've rollerblades and a skateboard between us and we still can't figure out how to go uphill / it's going to be warm for another few weeks but summer sunsets are already a dream i can't quite remember / well there goes july / from here on out the twilight smudged against the fading mountains will always remind me of camp / unfinished plywood marked over and over with sharpies tapping to the beat of camp songs that echo long after we get home / sometimes summer tastes of winter, you know? like,
once i saw a man on the frozen lake wearing snowshoes and a parka that swallowed his features, i called out / but he disappeared around a curve before i could follow / somehow this ties back to summer but i'm not sure how, maybe i'm thinking of the way our hands desperately grab at its collar and just miss, fingertips
b r u s h i n g
the fabric / anybody seen august? / and you can run, dearie, but back home the leaves will still be changing in waves of golden brown / summer's like being on the edge of a cliff even when you're not there are spikes at the bottom you don't want to / someone's flipped the record over as it begins to play summer pulls the rug out from under us and we
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Posted in response to the challenge Summer Memory.
Comments
This is so sweet, so beautiful. I love it.
thanks so much!! :D
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