Summer

Goals accomplished, time earned.

A crisp dive into Champlain,

A splash into freedom.

Sunlight courses through my veins, bringing a new vitality.

The dew of morning grass caressing young, bouncing toes.

Bat in hand, heart pumping, smiling.

Friendships thriving, fun winning every time.

Life in the cocoon is warm and cozy.

 

Metamorphosis is painful.

New, tired wings ushering me through each stage.

The leftover pizza sticking inseparably to the dish.

Precipitate stubbornly clinging to the beaker.

Jersey drenched in sweat, hugging my chest, one more.

 

My last summer to try, to play, to live is

stuck to the dish, to the beaker, to me.

 

But I remember the games, the joy,

The bliss of living for today.

I taste the pizza, mix the chemicals,

And smile as I bury that last shot.

 

Summer was my past, then my future.

I tanned, then lathered on the sunblock,

But today, I absorb that radiant sun and live for the moment,

Because life is too short to rush out of the cocoon.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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