Summer

By Clara Seely-Katz
Section Writer

When the sun seeped into
Our skin,
Causing fatigue
Mixed with bubbly
Hysterical
Joy.

When ice cream,
Cookies,
When sherbert
Made our day.

I see young moms,
Struggling with pins,
Their curls spilling over their peeling shoulders.

Sunscreen
Was interchangeable with
Oxygen.

Boy
Same as
Girl.

The cold water
Was a frightening
Affair.
A delightful fright.

When bellies
Protruded,
And lips cracked,
And the night
Was full of deep voices,
And the mornings hosted
Coffee breath.

When Summer was summer,
And not just a series of
Pointless days. 

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