Acoustic songs drenched in light beer.
Over and over again they play.
The scratches don’t mean a thing.
An eighteen pack of burnt shoulders.
Peeled skin shines in the empty sky.
Sun-soaked hair the color of old dandelions.
Sand falls in and out of little painted toes.
Tanned feet with double white lines.
Shows where the sun can’t reach.
Soft blankets swallow you whole.
Fireworks play the drums in everyone’s ears.
Days seem long but nights aren’t long enough.
A dented red plastic cup filled with melted ice.
Sticky fingers from all of the fruit and popsicles.
Infectious smiles like a million mosquito bites.
Tinted shades reflect the tinted windows.
Messy hair blows like pollen in the wind.
Tired eyes follow the lonely scorching concrete.
Little fires light up the darkening sky.
Hard plastic chairs and impossible hammocks.
Laughter like a crowd during a concert.
Goodbyes float through the air like leaves off of trees.
It came fast and left sooner.
Until next year…
