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BBQ'S, SKINNY DIPPING, AND LEMONADE STANDS
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CLEVER, WITTY, WHIMSICAL Today,
The day was long,
The sun seared the earth with fire-like heat,
Melting the tar laiden streets.
Water jumped from glasses into the air,
And the neighborhood dogs could not find
...a COOL ENOUGH SPOT TO LIE...
Even the grass blades could not stay fresh,
As they hid in the respite protection from the suns rays.
All the world looked molten,
Hazy under a vapor that seemed to be pull in tenuous strands
Upward from earths crust
As if the sun was sucking the life out of the planet.
I remember days like this in my childhood,
When heat was just another four lettered word I didn't mind.
Summers were free,
Full of skinny dipping, BBQ's, lemonade stands, and
Riding bikes like they were race cars.
What did we care of a small thing called "HEAT".
We did not know of other four letter words either...
Like "LOVE".
We didn't know the kind of love that would sear like the sun,
Ply us in drought at it's absence,
And starve us with the lack of affection,
As inclimate storms blocked light from the skies.
No, we didn't know.
I don't wish to "go back",
I don't wish to "find a future in another love",
I just want to with stand the heat--
To rebuild after this catastrophic tornado that nearly took
...EVERYTHING I HAD...
Maybe in the Fall,
With the playfulness of a child,
My keen senses renewed,
An apple will fall from a tree.
Perhaps, something grand will fall into my lap,
And help me endure the rays of summer again--
Once again finding refuge in
BBQ's, skinny dipping, and lemonade stands.
