Schooltime Adultery with Summer

Just feeling the tug of summer on my
Short-skirted legs stuck to the wooden chair
And my short-sleeved arms on the table, I
Let it tug my mind to days cleanly bare.

The breeze whispered in, tickling, slipping
My mind towards giggling elation, free,
Like the sun pouring down, slightly tipping
Towards the ground, and summer, freedom's key.

Suddenly, the pines were drowning in snow,
My lungs, pneumonic, also drowning in,
This sudden avalanche of waning woe,
Stomach curling my head began to spin.

But with sudden relief: blink of an eye,
The summer was once again drawing nigh... 

The End

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