summer means
sun-kissed still-warm
strawberry, red -
not lip gloss but staining my everything
as I eat it slower than snails, slower than I should
while lounging on a rock
river mermaid come to life
sunscreen fading into my skin, into
the air,
pondering life in the buttery sunbeam
eating a strawberry
that's dripping down my white shirtsleeves
reveling in summer.
i always feel pressured into
being grateful for the biggest things i can
which to me always sounds like i'm shouting for forgiveness
instead of gratitude. i never get to say i'm grateful
there are all the things I could do with three minutes alone in my room
I have an essay to write and Hebrew to study
I have things to look up and notifications to check
on november first we said
ohgodit'snovemberalreadywheredidallthetimego taking
up all the time in the world with our breath.
on november fifth we said
ohgodpleaseprotectushavemercyonoursins praying
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Ahh! I love poetry about such small, pure moments, taken and studied and squeezed for all their color and joy. You got every drop out of this memory that you could, every detail, and it couldn't sum up summer any better!
Thank you!
"Went Strawberry-Picking Today" is this week's featured poem on vtdigger.org, up now in their Life & Culture section! Check it out now! vtdigger.org/life-culture
AAAAH THANK YOU SO MUCH!
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