by Regina
Year: 
2019

I recall of summers past
as children's happy noise
has such a melody of joy,
the fleeting of those summers
as my bare feet sank in sand
on Fire Island,
And the charms of a
present summer night,
dressed elegantly in star light,
an azure and violet sunset as
I lay cradled in the backyard hammock,
weaving dreams of summers
still to come.

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