The feeling comes in summer
in the months of fall forestalled
stretching sunflowers, reaching grass
softserve and softball
An insistence, an impatience
pleading to be known
lingering in the background
tricking self control
Birthday months and bicycles
back to back, downhill
climbing in the maple trees
longings to be fufilled
One-piece shirts, ponytails
Miss Piggy, Mister Henson
coppertone and coolers
celestial firework sessions
Pink tu-tus and batman
garden parties, princess tea
minivans and bike seat rides
scrapbooked memories
Monuments to grizzly bears
cherry-dipped ice cream cones
climbing plaza pedestals
watching trains come home
Sandbox worlds and cicada sounds
collecting blue jay feathers
slip'n slides and fresh cut grass
afternoons to last forever
Bible schools, vacations
discovered garage sale things
Little leagues, camping trips
An equinox of summer flings
Now visage and foundation
lay dappled in sun and shade
an elixir of memories
of endless summer days
*****
Friday, January 14, 2011
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