77°F
“Happy Summer!”
The ashes sang to me
As they skidded the pavement
Of the freshly manicured porch.
I grimace at the green stomach
My hound has adorned
Barking blissfully
Through the
Fresh cut lawn.
I chuckle remembering the
Wet green blades
Sticking from you toes.
You shook them off,
You jumped in the pool,
And you jumped on me.
You are summer, baby.
You shined so much light
That I was drenched in sweat.
You are the sun rays
Beaming on the cold water.
The ice chopped up
In the blender
Keeping your daiquiri cool
Enough that it lasts
Til your next bathroom break.
But you are still
Way passed tipsy.
You were the sunburn
You get after putting on
4 coats of sunscreen,
That blistered for days
And peeled for weeks.
The tick that latched on
Your scalp that you rip
Off of you,
And falls on the floor and
It will not die.
The steam from the hot air
Has fogged up my phone
As I struggle to write this.
Winter will always be my favorite season.
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That shift…wow!
Twist ending!
Agree with the others regarding the turn. Nice.