Summer Was Better Here

Mr. Not

When we bathed in rivers
And dried on the roads

As we screamed and joked as the cars drove past

And as the water left footprints on the hot asphalt
And human sized shapes that had been laying on the ground
The truck that honked
But we lay down again
Because the road is warm
More comfortable than the path of stone

And as the mosquitoes bit and the breezeflies scared

I remember when the summer was better here

  • Author: Mr. Not (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 23rd, 2022 06:21
  • Comment from author about the poem: Some of the most amazing memories from my early summers came from bathing with friends. Growing up on the countryside is a real vibe
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments1

  • L. B. Mek

    this reads nostalgic
    without me having experienced this personally
    testimony to your wording i think
    thanks for sharing



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