I miss summer.
Summer
Pictures in my head,
Wings like waving hands,
Displacing swirls of breeze,
Hardly lingering on my cheek.
Whispering weeds against my feet,
A flower behind the ear,
A tickling temptation,
Littered love notes lull.
Scenes through a sunglass lens,
Warm rays, warm embrace,
Light steps like lively laughter,
Drops they plop. I’m left to shelter.
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