Summer Teeth


Maybe the spring flowers haven’t yet bloomed
But the world smiles on you with its crooked teeth
The forming years of your life entombed
Changed winds whistle by as the earth does breathe
 
We revel weekly like the rains have stopped
But the drops fall on our bare arms nevertheless
It’s not yet summer, but our burdens are dropped
She twirls and stumbles in her sunny dress
 
Why can’t the clouded windows manifest as mirrors
Displaying our celebratory nature naturally?
We hold the wheel but the inner summer steers
Raindrops on the windshield move laterally
 
We swing weekend to weekend, angry at our mother
We thought she could clear our skies
Only in summer do we truly live with one another
In other seasons, a cold key locks us up inside
 
So our secret summer lives on through the driving rain
Expelling itself on crisp nights so we don’t feel the pain
Of a dying flower inside, with frost it's stained
And the teeth bite down on us as we realize
It’ll never be the same again




 
 
 
 
 
 

Prince

VT

YWP Alumni

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