Summer in the Square

my friend emily did this and it’s sick

a place for my writing

I’m wondering with

Eyes itching with hayfever

Why we do all this

 

Maybe Beryl knows

Ice cold water bottle fun

And the sky shines on

 

Curious pigeon

Trace sharp tongues of grass to find

Us hugging the sun

 

A warmth not human

It’s the glow of our childhood

That’s not coming back

 

It’s everything we

Wish would stay the same, but it

Just shows the difference

 

Clouds kissing my skin

Cut grass and oily coconut cream

The smile of freedom

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