My Summer

Soft waves
Break into the worn stone wall
Sun kissed skin
Emerges from the rocky depths
Bare feet
Trample from the grass onto the dock
As fireworks
Echo from the hills to light the sky

Pages crinkle
As she flips through a People magazine
Gravel scatters
As they run along the vacant streets
Children’s laughter
Saunters through all open windows
Sweet smells mixing
As she stands behind the stove

People come and go
As long as it is it’s never long enough
Nuances discovered
Simple things at times taken for granted
A familiar scene
Yet it always seems to be evolving
Fresh memories
Gloss over the ones that remained

Soft waves
Break into the worn stone wall
Sun-kissed skin
Emerges from the rocky depths
Bare feet
Trample from the grass onto the dock
As the sun
Dips below the clouds

Lounge chairs
Positioned strategically outside
Camera in hand
Anticipating the next Kodak moment
Tools resonating
While he works thoroughly in the garage
Imaginative games
Interspersed with wild stories

People seem to come and go
Just when I want them to stay
So these instances can linger
Residing just a little longer within time
Because all this
Is what I wait year after year for
This is my summer
This is me