Summer afternoons


Greens and yellows

Purples and pinks

Warm breeze

Lover’s touch

Sun, a distant father

who is always there

but never close enough

Sparkling gimlets with friends by the water

Sailboats and bicycles

racing down the street

runners and bikers

in their nylons and spandex

jumping into the water

Sandy beaches

castles and forts

big Godzilla destroying them all

Step, step, step, run

Aaaahh, screams a child

Momma, I am scared.

Weaver, Weaver, get back here,  you go back on the leash.

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