Summer sweetness, intoxicating
Running from things we know
Hiding under our own misconceptions
The color of a setting sun in May
Reflecting in the warm lake
Where I went fishing with my family
The sound of a gentle breeze
Flipping through those rough, worn pages
With a 'swap-swap-swap' on an afternoon
The smell of warm pavement
And sweat, and tennis shoes
Perfume, chlorine, grape candy
The leaves are coming back green
The crawling bugs and yapping dogs
The memories, long forgotten
I dive into the murky warmth
Words of my favorite book
Bulgogi with friends last May
I'm not losing time, I savor it
I watch it and hear it and smell it
I hold it.
-Argentia Krystofel
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