Chinatown Bus

All things sunshiney,

Summery, glistening mirages.

Green man-made dew,

Sparkling in the afternoon rays.

Yellow plastic sprinklers,

House after house.

Kid after kid,

Pink, green, blue bathing suits.

Clinging to the tanned-leather

Bodies, wet with chilling

H2O, from rubbery green hoses.

Scrambling from emerald yard

To yard, smiles laced with freedom.

The raw smell of grass blades,

Suntan oil and sweat.

Sand covered days

With hot, sticky nights.

(Humidity is no one's friend).

It's over. All of the above is gone.

Or practically.

Summer was so short.

So wasted.

Spent.

Worthless.

But I'll miss every minute of it.