An Innocent Summer
An unyielding ray of sunshine slapping the cheekbone,
How delightful.
The swaying palm tree branches up above
Like contemporary dancers
moved by wind that seemed
Never able to lift my kite.
Instead the flat plastic dragged on
Along the rugged asphalt
As a lazy dog being yanked by its leash
The freshly squeezed orange
Juice, exciting to make, to drink
That a lemon sneaked its way into
Sip at it anyway.
From the tips of the fingers
To the elbows
The stickiness
The tart, sour, sweetness
Collected by squishing
Down the rind
And watching
The pulp plop on the
Clever device, that was,
Of course,
Specifically made to catch it.
The heat of the skin
Emanating like an ember
Because of the wildfire within.
The heart beats steady
Each tiny chamber,
Absorbed the rhythm
Of the red rubber ball bouncing
On the chalked cement.
Reaching for a popsicle
That turns out to be a
Slush.
Because of the thrill
Sweet blue alien blood,
Awaiting in
Evil packaging
That tore the sides of lips as
It was ripped open.
Let's go take a nap.
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Hali Aniol
I am a student at University of California: Irvine. I am a math major, but I love to write poetry.
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