summer

So heartbreaking

The way it comes and goes

Like Saturday morning cartoons in Sunday sunlight

The strangeness and the beauty of frolicking

Somersaulting again and again in dying grass

 

This is the mood of the summer

That we rose like our patriot flag in the culdesac

By the pool, and in the schoolyard

Amazing and pure and incendiary

When did I grow old?

 

Now we have matured it

Accentuated it with boredom

But still the mindless joy of it persists

And threatens to rob me of my mind

But do I mind?

Hardly

 

I'll let it in, dose it wisely

And set the tempo for my medium upon it

And communicate to the gray and mindful the reality

They never respected enough to remember