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
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Author:
Mr. Not (
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- 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
this reads nostalgic
without me having experienced this personally
testimony to your wording i think
thanks for sharing
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