I was a teenager again
or maybe it was for the first time,
because in every other summer I’ve just been
It is the first day of our last summer,
and we realize we can neither call ourselves
high schoolers, nor college kids,
and I say,
this is the freest we’ll ever be.
the few of us
on this sweetly humid day,
collapsed under the shade
of the trees that have grown with me
for almost eighteen years.
Left with sticky skin
and calloused feet,
we lay our heads in each other’s laps,
feeling the warmth of our bodies
and of the honey sky that wraps us up like a blanket,
protecting us from the thought of tomorrow,
allowing us to enjoy
the feeling of being label-less
of not owing anything to anyone,
if only for one summer.
If this is the only summer
I’ve got left
to be a teenager,
and the twenty-five days I have left
before I leave that word behind me;
before I owe the world anything at all,
I plan to be
the freest I’ll ever be.