How is it, Summer
That your days are at once
One long day
And one long night
At once...
Of heat, sun, stars, and evening breeze
Of gardens—of bugs—of rain on hot cement?
How is it, Summer
That you are at once the hardest sweat I’ve ever worn after days of work
And the smiliest I’ve ever been after hours and hours and hours of play
The whitest I have ever been as my skin, well aquainted with the insides of jeans, breach swimsuit weather
And the tannest I have ever been as your blazing skies remind me of my Native American heritage?
How is it, Summer
That you’re long and lazy
Yet over far, far too soon?
That your days are at once
One long day
And one long night
At once...
Of heat, sun, stars, and evening breeze
Of gardens—of bugs—of rain on hot cement?
How is it, Summer
That you are at once the hardest sweat I’ve ever worn after days of work
And the smiliest I’ve ever been after hours and hours and hours of play
The whitest I have ever been as my skin, well aquainted with the insides of jeans, breach swimsuit weather
And the tannest I have ever been as your blazing skies remind me of my Native American heritage?
How is it, Summer
That you’re long and lazy
Yet over far, far too soon?
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