Summer

Just a (slightly romanticized) version of summer.

To dance on
sun-warmed floors
of concrete
and laugh as
hot, tangy air
breathes you in
makes you think.

To sigh as
conditioned air
swamps you
and kiss the
silky pillows
in the morn
makes you think.

To find the
water-scrubbed
seashells
and live the
life of a
free seagull
makes you think.

To breathe in
sea-tinted air
and feel the
salt-washed
atmosphere
makes you think.

Oh, what a wonderful life.

The End

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