Sweet and slow moving summertime; slowly
ending like penny candy we suck on.
We sit under trees for hours; make-believe
conversations between the leaves until
a cool breeze follows us home from the park.
Sweetly soaking summertime. We run down
the street in a wave of children, our arms
raised towards the two tall-standing sprinklers.
My parents step briskly towards the door.
They hide their faces behind briefcases
and do not look beyond. Slowly, I turn
in swirls and circles until I'm dizzy.
Stopping to catch my breath, looking up I
see my parents near the window circling.
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