summer means
sun-kissed still-warm
strawberry, red -
not lip gloss but staining my everything
as I eat it slower than snails, slower than I should
while lounging on a rock
river mermaid come to life
sunscreen fading into my skin, into
the air,
pondering life in the buttery sunbeam
eating a strawberry
that's dripping down my white shirtsleeves
reveling in summer.
we weren't even close to fairy tales. but
your hands clasped in mine felt like satiny silk
on a wedding dress made for
this warmth that pricks my heart full of
blood and oxygen that tastes of you
every second I think
this is the oldest I have ever been
this is the youngest I will ever be again
this second is gone this one too
tell me I cannot drink the air;
yet the smoke on the horizon curls like a finger,
inviting me to taste February in the wind
and know time is running out
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Ahh! I love poetry about such small, pure moments, taken and studied and squeezed for all their color and joy. You got every drop out of this memory that you could, every detail, and it couldn't sum up summer any better!
Thank you!
"Went Strawberry-Picking Today" is this week's featured poem on vtdigger.org, up now in their Life & Culture section! Check it out now! vtdigger.org/life-culture
AAAAH THANK YOU SO MUCH!
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