I long for a summer
where thirsty fairies
steal the puddles
and we count how long it takes
one … two … three …
I long for a summer
where nights are endured
without sheets, without clothes
under a fan at full-blast
and still sweating.
I long for a summer
of frozen mango cubes
on pizza trays
chilling, at first, but
slowly, they melt.
I long for a summer
where killer blow-flies
swoop and attack,
we scream, but then we fight back
and we win.
I long for a summer
of freezer-blue pools
of scratchy swim suits
and strawberry ice creams after
in the shade.
I long for a summer
of bright jacarandas,
catching them and laughing,
and weaving them through our hair:
we are princesses.
I long for a summer
of fighting over floor space
each night, and never playing fair,
because our beds, simply,
are too hot.
I long for a summer
where camping is forever
days blend into days
and each night, we
watch the stars.
I long for that summer;
it seemed all but eternal,
but now all the summers
are gone.
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Butterfly Ripples
PoetryButterfly ripples through water and wind fluttering petals, whispering wings. Words swing 'round trees carried in a breeze of butterfly ripples so do as you please. But don't taunt their song of water and wind: to it they belong and so they will sin...
